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2025.12.07 (Sun)
there's two things i realized after watching this film. 1. me as a teacher 2. carpe diem as my mantra i would definitely loved to become a teacher. but at the same time, it is something that i don't want. i hate its contradiction, i knew damn well how much i would enjoy the concept of me teaching, professionally yapping in class, sharing knowledge. i knew how much i would loved it. but in this realistic view of world—being a teacher is not what these movies described. in this fucked up reality, they suffered. because in this country you're job was not only to teach there's tons of papershits that are needed, that ranking system is fucked, and students will hate you because you couldn't even bring yourself to teach in class because of the amount of workload you have. now, writing all these i can't romanticize it anymore, i would love to become a teacher, but at the same time i do not "carpe diem, seize the day" i question myself am i obssed about making so much memories? i'm so afraid to leave my teenage years. i don't want to grow up at all, can't time slow down? can't it wait? i tend to do things manically in life, i'm impulsive and do choices without even thinking, sometimes i'm worried about it. but, life is too short to just not experience everything. i wanted to become everything. i don't want regrets, i want to live life to the fullest—and all these things, am i being obssed of living in that way? it affects me, my personal choices and even maybe the people around me, they probably think that i'm crazy and manic. why do i even feel things too much, i couldn't handle it these are my realization, it says there "when you read, don't just consider what the author thinks, consider what you think" i think it's the same way with films, sometimes we just have to make it about ourselves and go on with your life, YAWP!
I close my eyes, and this image floats beside me. A sweaty toothed mad man with a stare that pounds my brain. His hands reach out and choke me, and all the time he's mumbling. "Truth, truth" Like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold You push it, stretch it, but it'll never be enough You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us For the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face, as you wail, and cry, and scream
Todd Anderson