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Because the urge to write has slipped from me in recent years, due to reluctance or laziness, both despicable in nature by the by, I am going to just keep on writing. This statement is limited to the content of this post, since the life of a college student is anything but relaxed. So my free-styling writing may feel stretched out or exceptionally eccentric. But aren't I always? Golly I miss this….
Now, you may be wondering where all this enthusiasm is coming from. I'll share my epiphany regardless of your interest. As a college student, I am required to attend various workshops and seminars that all reiterate the values of education in some faction. Two days ago, I sat in one presentation that discussed the value of writing for the sake of writing--not the importance of a well-built research paper or how to reach the page limit. Writing for yourself. That's what I did with this blog. I genuinely enjoyed writing. Why on earth did I ever stop? Life gets in the way, sure, but it should not prevent me from reaching this Mac to tap a few paragraphs into the blog-o-sphere. Hence my sudden return here and now…so close to 2015. Not really, but still, like three months. I might be going to Times Square, but I don't know how I feel about blurry sex with strangers just yet. I'm a mere college freshman after all. Write, write, don't stop.
Anyway, I didn't come here just to spew nonsense into semi-coherent sentences. I do have a topic in mind, and it is--get ready--relative to film. Because I am in college, Netflix has become my best friend. Even as I write, it's on in the background. What I watch varies from the thoroughly familiar to the hesitant-to-try unfamiliar. At the moment, my choice steers towards the latter. What, you may ask, is the never-tried-never-wanted-to movie? Brokeback Mountain. Dear god, what has happened.
You may recognize my dissident views over anti-heterosexuality in the past, and, sorry, but that's just how I feel. I don't expect people to understand, definitely not respect my views, because we live in a nation that values free speech as long as it conforms to the present status quo. So my views on homosexuality is absolutely against what most hold, but know this: I am not anti-gay. I just prefer that spectrum of society be kept from my vantage point. I support gay marriage not because of the social issue surrounding it, but because it is only fair and right for those who in love to get married if they want to. How am I seen as homophobic when twenty plus twelve states still won't grant them the right to marry? New Jersey allows same-sex couples to marry, just saying. And ultra-conservative Texas has struck down marriage bans and is awaiting court approval, just saying. I'm one of those rare few who would rather not be bombarded with homoerotic imagery in films. Am I evil for finding such scenes distasteful? The fact that I have to justify myself is proof enough that we live in a society promoting fear--if you say this, you will be an outcast, and people may assault you for the way you think. And this goes both ways. People like Matt Shepard (I'll wager a dime for every person who has never heard of him) did not deserve to die for their choices; just as people like me, with certain views, should not be persecuted by others. Leave us be, and focus on the real fucking problems in this country. I apologize for the political interlude.
The film, overall, I can already assess, is dull and absolutely unromantic. There is simply no chemistry between the two cowboys. And I just cannot comprehend the Oscar for Directing. Ang Lee must be one of those so-called prodigies that everyone but my dad and I do not "get". The premise of Brokeback Mountain could be interesting, if that's what you're into, but Ang Lee does such a horrible job of directing the actors and the plot to progress. Undeserving of Oscars, undeserving of acclaim. Period.
I think I'll cut this post short, due to discomfort in my tummy and a text that I just received that will surely intensify my headache. Apologies for the drastic switch in temperament from beginning to end of this post. Once again, I am exceedingly pleased to be writing again, in my own idiosyncratic manner, one that could never be tolerated in a college classroom. I hope to be writing on a monthly (at least) basis, and if not, know that I am reddening with self-loathing with each passing day I don't write. Cheers to all and best of luck in all your endeavors.
P.S. I just gave my first long speech in front of a large audience today at Honors Induction. They call it Honors Convocation. It was quite an agonizing thrill. Good evening.
|He also stole the award from Spielberg for Lincoln and David O. Russell for Silver Linings|