(What a greedy bastard.)
Today, I'm going to talk about a serious problem. Wild packs
of abrupt endings are running rampant through our society. Yes, you read that
right! The unexpected end of a movie and/or television show sequence are some
of the most mentally dangerous things you can come across! So take heed: Here
are some steps you can take to defend yourself!
1. Get a Lobotomy--your mind won't care if it can't care.
2. Sew your eyes shut and clog your ear canals.
3. Have your friends spoil everything for you so you'll see
it coming.
Or, the most realistic and serious ones:
4. Expect the unexpected and go in with an open mind.
Alright, past the stupid metaphor, here's the real reason
behind this bizarre post: I finally saw the Desolation of Smaug. I really liked
it. Until (spoilers) I got to the end. And it ended. And I still liked it. I
just didn't expect it to end on such an abrupt note. Of course, I shoul've seen
it coming; it's a trilogy taken from a single book, split into three parts. Not
to mention the first movie pretty well had a similar (although far less
suspenseful) ending.
But it'd be different if it were just movies. Television is
getting pretty weird, too--although the abrupt cutaways aren't so much from the
endings as the commercials, now. There's literally no warning when a commercial
cuts in, now. There's no fade-out to black. It'll be one scene of a show and
then BAM! Commercial, which always initially confuses the hell out of me as my
brain would tell me it's still part of the show until I see the IHOP logo, or
whatever foodening place they decide to try and shove down my throat.
Sigh.
In other news, I've made another contribution to the art
world with my painstakingly-scribbled doodles. Still working on my novel
manuscript, so that's good. Started working at a radio station, so that's good.
Lost 40 lbs. since the beginning of the year.
I stumbled into a conversation with a friend the other day
about what I wanted to do with my life. He mentioned how video games were
actually a viable career, and while it would sound pleasing to a lot of
college-aged dorks like myself, I had to tell him it wasn't the path for me.
And it led to a deeper conversation about some really personal stuff and the
inner machinations of my enigmatic mind. (Cue the milk spilling.) No, moral of
the story: I was emotionally scarred by being bullied as a child and since then
have had an extremely low self-esteem and even when I should have let that go
by now, I'm still letting myself be affected by it. I wanted to make something
original and new and build a career off of just the talents I was born with, as
I don't feel right making money from someone else, or making someone else money
by being a mindless and meaningless cog in an overarching corporate system. I
worked in an Energizer factory last summer, fresh outta high school and working
12-hour, full-time shifts. Yikes. Every night I stumbled out of the plant and
nearly died on the way to my dad's car. Okay, that's an over-exaggeration. But
I don't like the idea of working my ass off for nothing, while the people
upstairs or down the hall, who don't do anything, make all their money off of
me. Also, I'm a huge attention whore (one of my worst qualities) and I wanted
to make something the world would love. Although, I feel this is for a more
justified reason than a lot of other A-Ho's out there. I want to feel like
everyone likes me, to make up for the times I felt like no one liked me.
I always feel an irrational need to prove myself to the
world; to people I don't even know. Sometimes I need to slow down and think.
I'm quite good at thinking. I'm not the greatest at thinking before acting.
So there. Now you know a little more about me, and a little
about the dangers of abrupt movie endings.
Knowledge is power.
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-D.
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