The most embarrassing moment of my life will always be the one time, in good old 2016, that my class’ cool kids invited me to the cinema. And I was like “sure it’ll be fun and I’ll have lots of new friends by the end!”
And everything was going perfectly, ok? I was cool, I was funny, I was having fun. Except for one thing.
The movie was Trolls. The original one with the evil Bergen and yada yada.
So imagine my shock when, out of nowhere, Branch screamed “BECAUSE SINGING KILLED MY GRANDMA” and began the flashback of his dead grandma and how he had her killed.
And, listen, I’m not a crier during films, but when I tell you I can’t watch that scene TO THIS DAY because I bawl like a toddler.
Because I’m extremely close to my grandma. And the idea alone sends me hyperventilating. It literally only happens with dogs, moms and grandmas. The sheer bad luck I had that day smh.
And in that moment I was like “it’s ok, it’s dark, no one will see you, you can wipe your tears away and no one will notice”
… and then the lights turned on for the halftime intermission
And all the cool kids in my year turned towards me and found me looking like the crying Jerry meme
And they all began to fuss over what happened, handing me tissues and what not
And the coolest girl asked me “hey, what’s wrong, did something happen?”
And I replied, in the most pathetic voice on earth…
“S-singing killed his grandma…”
And everyone looked at me with pure disgust.
After that day, none of them talked to me ever again.
And now, every time I hear on TikTok that mother effing audio of “BeCaUsE sInGiNg KiLlEd My GrAnDmA” I get flashbacks of the pure horror that was the moment the lights turned on in that fanned cinema.
(Tbh that year I made friends with the people I’m still currently besties with, so it didn’t go as bad, but damn the second hand embarrassment I get every time that audio pops on my fyp…)
A while ago I watched "I'm Thinking of Ending Things" and for the first time in a long time I felt peaceful.
When I rewatched the film with some friends, they did not feel the same to say the least. One of them even described the feeling of watching it like the tension before a jumpscare. And I mean, they're right. It's meant to be a psychological thriller.
I felt a similar thing while watching the end of Hereditary. It just felt so... beautiful. Not the killing and stuff, obviously that's not great. But something about it just felt... calming.
I could give more examples, but you get the gist.
See, I think tragedy is beautiful because I can see myself in it. I can see my pain , my fear, my utter despair in the face of this world personified. And I suddenly I don't feel so lonely. I feel connected.
I don't think I'm the only one who feels this way. At least, I hope I'm not. Being alive is fucking terrifying, we know nothing and have no control over anything. We don't know what's real and what's not, why we are here or why anything happens. It feels like no one ever talks about it and we just continue with our lives. But these movies do, serving our eldritch terrors to us on a silver platter. And holy shit, that's the only thing that actually feels real.
So welcome to my blog. I don't know what the fuck is going on, and I probably never will. But at least I'll be able to share with the void some posts about it.
Anna: Evelyn, I'm so tired... There is nothing human left inside of me. I'm begging you, take me away.
Evelyn's ghost: I can't do that to you. I don't want you to exist in dreams only and when there are no dreams, wander around the vast, timeless wasteland, in eternal waiting... like me.
Anna: Since you had died and I have freed mother and me, I don't understand what to fight for now, what's the aim... Mother fell into religious madness. And I work as I can. We have nothing except our names and that miser, I earn. I can't afford the baby. The same despair is waiting for it. Help me...