From the movie, Anaesthesia:
“What made you start?”
“With the iron?”
“Was it an accident?”
“I guess not.”
“I—it…it concentrated me…to the exclusion of everything else.”
“And that was good?”
“It was like a drug.”
“What’s ‘everything else?'”
“The world has just become…so inhuman. Everyone’s plugged in. Blindingly inarticulate. Obsessed with money. Their careers. Stupidly, arrogantly content. I can’t talk to them. I fight them. I wanna destroy them even. I crave interaction. I crave it. But you just can’t anymore. They pull their devices out for everything, to reinforce their petty convenient notions. To decide where they are going to shop, what they’re gonna eat, what movies they are going to watch, everything they ingest.”
“Why does that upset you?”
“Because what is left? MY GOD!”
“But that doesn’t have to be you.”
“Okay. It’s like this is all a game and I haven’t been told what the rules are. Or even worse, if I had, I am ill-equipped to follow them. All I can do is provoke. I become spiteful. I’m just as bad as they are. They? I’m—I’m, worse. I fucking hate myself for it. I’m—I am so fucking lonely. Why is the world so base? Why is it so insensitive? Why is it so selfish? Why am I? I am not for this world.”
So the big monologues up there are delivered by one of my heroes, Kristen Stewart And, she’s not just my hero because she has the best hair ever and is beyond gorgeous.
Yes, she’s my hairspiration:
But incredibly more importantly, she speaks her fucking mind.
I get that the above is scripted. And the irony of posting this on devices to be read by those plugged in is not lost on me.
But she totally shuts down reporters, etc. who question her sexuality as if it’s any of their business.
And it’s always badass.
I admire her because she makes it EXACTLY as much of everyone’s business as she feels she should.
She’s both an advocate and an enigma.
When I’m practicing my career I try to leave that exact impression on my coworkers.
They get exactly what I want them to and nothing more. Yet, I advocate when I see wrongdoing.
(I suppose we all sort of do the first thing — but I REALLY refused to answer any questions about my private life in the places I worked, and it drove my bosses crazy.)
I’ve worked for offices upwards of 4 years and if you asked any of my old coworkers to name 5 facts about me — just 5 — I bet they couldn’t.
And that’s — BAD. ASS.
Badass for this boss bitch.
I also relate to the content in the above quotes.
I literally hate my smartphone.
In fact I’ve stopped checking it more than 3 times a day (unless something urgent is happening, obviously).
Because I’m tired of being connected. I write here because I love it and because I want to help anyone I can.
But if you catch me on my phone when we’re hanging out together — nah. It has doesn’t happen.
I’m not that chick.
And I’m not a basic bitch.
And I’m really working on not hating myself.
And thanks to my new treatment, I hate me less every day.
As always, be good to each other.