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Aug. 8th, 2005 08:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taharielI finally got to watch Constantine today - rented it from Blockbuster. It's a fantastic film - the sort of part Keanu Reeves is great for (stoicism, few lines with actual emotion in them; sorry, Keanu, but your delivery isn't the best.) The effects were fantastic, and just the sort of plot I love - all the Christian religious mythology stuff. I think the idea of angels and demons on Earth is something you can explore for a very long time without it getting dull, at least for me.
I really got into Constantine's alienation and feeling of separation from the rest of humanity, too. What he can see sets him apart. And I think to myself, 'that's a lot like me'. Sometimes I wonder if I don't belong more 'there', in the make-believe world, than here.
But that set me to thinking. Isn't that just the conceit of the sci-fi/fantasy fan, to believe that they are somehow apart from humanity, that they too are one of these chosen few who have powers and comprehension beyond the ordinary? 'I should be like that. I should be able to do things like that. If only I didn't live in this stupid world of the mundane.' It's the belief that if, say, Harry Potter was a true story, you would be one of the witches or wizards. You couldn't possibly be a muggle - you're far too special. Despite the overwhelming odds. Which, because you're almost certainly a geek, you could calculate without needing electronic aid.
Yet so many people feel that way. Is that caused by society, or our own personalities? This... isolation, feeling of 'not fitting in'. It seems sad to me, when I think about it from outside myself, that I would rather live my life inside my head than in my actual life. I am so much better adapted to imaginary life. Is that a selfish wish, to want to live somewhere that you fit in, or do I only fit in because it's imaginary, and I can bend it to my whim? (More than likely.) And what do you do about it, when your life is lived inside your own head? It's not just a problem I have, what about all these other people who feel so misplaced they live inside their imaginations?
And nobody takes us seriously. Look at all the amazing shows that get cancelled by the networks - Tru Calling (damn them! It totally rocked!), John Doe, Firefly... the list goes on. We're lucky if we get a second season.
< / end deep thought stuff>
Anyways, my guinea pig got castrated and now he's not drinking, turns out my cousin is in f'ing Iraq, I'm going to miss my family reunion for Fresher's Week (you've all heard of my Grandma, so not so bad,) convention in a couple of weeks, and I'm going to the gym so I can hopefully be more svelte and less sugar puff. (Not that I'm fat, and not that I'm going anorexic, but I could stand to get fitter and lose a bit.) So... that's what's going on with me. I'm probably going back to Irith when I get back to writing, so... encouragement from the stands may speed up the process!
I really got into Constantine's alienation and feeling of separation from the rest of humanity, too. What he can see sets him apart. And I think to myself, 'that's a lot like me'. Sometimes I wonder if I don't belong more 'there', in the make-believe world, than here.
But that set me to thinking. Isn't that just the conceit of the sci-fi/fantasy fan, to believe that they are somehow apart from humanity, that they too are one of these chosen few who have powers and comprehension beyond the ordinary? 'I should be like that. I should be able to do things like that. If only I didn't live in this stupid world of the mundane.' It's the belief that if, say, Harry Potter was a true story, you would be one of the witches or wizards. You couldn't possibly be a muggle - you're far too special. Despite the overwhelming odds. Which, because you're almost certainly a geek, you could calculate without needing electronic aid.
Yet so many people feel that way. Is that caused by society, or our own personalities? This... isolation, feeling of 'not fitting in'. It seems sad to me, when I think about it from outside myself, that I would rather live my life inside my head than in my actual life. I am so much better adapted to imaginary life. Is that a selfish wish, to want to live somewhere that you fit in, or do I only fit in because it's imaginary, and I can bend it to my whim? (More than likely.) And what do you do about it, when your life is lived inside your own head? It's not just a problem I have, what about all these other people who feel so misplaced they live inside their imaginations?
And nobody takes us seriously. Look at all the amazing shows that get cancelled by the networks - Tru Calling (damn them! It totally rocked!), John Doe, Firefly... the list goes on. We're lucky if we get a second season.
< / end deep thought stuff>
Anyways, my guinea pig got castrated and now he's not drinking, turns out my cousin is in f'ing Iraq, I'm going to miss my family reunion for Fresher's Week (you've all heard of my Grandma, so not so bad,) convention in a couple of weeks, and I'm going to the gym so I can hopefully be more svelte and less sugar puff. (Not that I'm fat, and not that I'm going anorexic, but I could stand to get fitter and lose a bit.) So... that's what's going on with me. I'm probably going back to Irith when I get back to writing, so... encouragement from the stands may speed up the process!
