Before I did all that, I had the pleasure of seeing a very good movie. It is called Blindness. I was bugging all my friends to watch it for me but they never want to see any actual GOOD movies. They only want to watch crap or movies with famous people in it. Mostly, they like to watch comedies, which is call good and fine (who doesn't like a good comedy) but sometimes I wish they were more open to films with actually substance and meaning to them.
Okay, so this movie is very intriguing. I like to think of it as a zombie movie mixed with a prison movie. So the synopsis is: an airborne virus spreads across a city which causes blindness. Now if that isn't scary enough, the protagonist is immune to the virus and has the misfortune of witnessing the horrors of what people would actually do if people knew that others weren't watching. She accompanies her husband, an afflicted eye doctor, to the makeshift quarantine building to "watch over" him. She ends up taking the responsibility/obligation of being the eyes for the entire ward. And like I said before, she has to see the carnal evils of man as everyday people resort to savage behavior once they lose their precious sense of sight. To put it lightly, they lose their shit and bust a Chernobyl. It is very bleak look at how quickly our world would crumble if we were lose something like sight. But, of course, sight is a symbol for something. I'll watch it couple of more times and I'll let you know what it is when I figure it out.
This movie really made me think about sight and what type of person I am. It made me ask a lot of questions about life. If I was one of the people in that quarantined building, would I become savage? If I retained my vision, would I be so generous as to help all the blind? Am I good person at heart (rhetorical question, please don't answer because I doubt anyone can ever know)? Well the way I see it, we are all good until we get pushed. The only difference between us all is that we have different limits which would make us "bad." For some, losing your vision is not so bad; for others, they flip their shit. So what is my limit? Do I turn into an asshole when people look at me funny or do I have to be ridiculed and humiliated before I react? Is there such a thing as forever benign or empirical evil? Perhaps these are some of those questions, we'll never know the answer to. But the fact that this movie got me to ask them makes this movie outstanding in my book.
That's it for my sermon of the day, here's I poem I wrote in my dreams. Isn't that nice? I rhyme in my sleep! But anyways, this is another one of those poems where I try to convey emotion and feeling. Please let me know what you think of it.
I Used to Have a Lover
I used to have a lover
She left me for another man
Never telling me why she ran
The last thing I told her was I'd let her go
Sometimes it still feels like she's mine though
I used to have a lover
She'd kiss my chapped lips and I'd warm her cold hands
But now she's off to sea while I'm stuck on land
I tried looking for a new lover to hold
But no one else can shake away this cold
I used to have a lover
Back when all was well in wonderful ways
But I never appreciated it until these darker days
You can never go back to find your happiness
Yet you'll chase the past and settle for no less
I used to have a lover
But now I just have a phone number
"If I call, will she answer?" I wonder
If she'll pick up then I'll call, but she won't
I used to have a lover but now I don't
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