#121: We Are All Fucked Up.

Another movie night. She asked for romance, I wanted drama. We got it both. More than we could take.

I hate those movies without happy ending. That is not what the hero’s journey is all about. There are challenges and obstacles, but he overcomes them one way or another. Then he enters a new world. He is changed. That is the script and movies are meant to follow it. I hate it when they don’t.

“I am a freak. I am fucked up.“

We all are, aren’t we? We do our best to conform, to follow the script. The reward normally comes in the form of an invitation to fit in. Lucky those who make the cut. The one assumption we make about them is wrong, though. At least, that is what I think. They have also been hurt. The way they deal with their pain is just different.

I think that is the way to look at it. What differentiates us is our coping mechanism. There is no good or bad. Good guy. Bad guy. Copes well. Doesn’t cope well. Fucked up. Equally fucked up, just handling it differently.

If that wasn’t the way we looked at each other, but the way we actually saw each other, the world would be a more equal place, would it not? Everyone is a person. That is it. There are more than 8 billion of us. We all wanna be seen. We all deserve to be seen. Everything else is extra. Nobody blames you for tipping. Giving extra. That is kindness in practice. It is those small things that count.

“I was here. RE.”