You know i think the big thing i've realized about myself is i need to feel like my work matters. That im making a positive impact in the world. Working at the university i had this distinct joy everytime i got to help a student because i could feel that i was giving them a stepping stone to getting to where they wanted to go. I could be the person who opened a door they didn't know was there and i felt incredibly fulfilled doing so. Working retail i've felt nothing but pure distilled despair because i know what im doing is ultimately useless and wasteful. My work is actively making the world a worse place, every day i throw away pounds and pounds of cardboard waste. We cycle through designs bi-weekly its just churning out pollution and chewing up human labour in the process. It eats at me every day having to upsell people on poorly made over-priced garbage. I need to get back to a place that matters i need to get back to making people happy and improving their lives or its going to errode me beyond repair. I can put up with selling my life away to labour because i have no other option but at very least i need that time to have mattered.
I feel like my shitty life has been fucked in ways nobody else knows wich means nobody can help since im uniquely suffering all i want is somebody who knows how to make me better cuz im trying so much to get over this shit but its hard to when the pain is so strong theres nobody to help me
Rag on abstract art all you want but i stood there and stared at a steel weld scorch mark for like 5 minutes cause it was one of the most beautiful things ive ever seen.
i hate roger eberts ET review where he says he wishes ET was sick for more of the movie even though i agree. i agree he should have been sick for much more of the runtime i just dont think roger ebert should have included that in his review.
in the home video release of ET youre able to rewind back to the scenes where ET is sick so i dont think its that much of an issue