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Monday, December 12, 2011

Conclusions I Can Draw from Sad Movies and Old People

Today I watched Water for Elephants. I cried at the end.

I cry at some sad movies, but not all of them.

Why did I cry at this movie, for instance, rather than at Toy Story 3, which I expected myself to cry at, or during Seven Pounds, the saddest movie of all time?

I concluded that I cried because one of the elements in the movie was old people. Old people at the ends of sad movies always make me cry.

Why is that?

I think that, to me, it's because I have trouble coming to terms with the fact that one day I will be old.

Why does that bother me? Why does the thought of being old bother me?

I think that it's because being old means being closer to death, and above all I am having trouble coming to terms with the fact that I one day will die.

I'm scared of death. Not dying. Death.

Then again, I'm not sure which scares me more. The thought of disappearing into nonexistence to never emerge again. Or the thought of living forever. Eternity. What a terrible, terrible word.

It never ends. Although I guess that's the point.

Then again, maybe I just cried because this song was at the end:

I'm Coming Home



Anonymous said...

I saw that movie a while back. I died.

RainboRevolver said...

I love the book. The girl who wrote it originally started it for NaNoWriMo.

Ps: I am so incandescently happy that I found your other blog :)

Have a nice day.

-Sam. said...

I listened to the audiobook with my mother on a road trip a good many years ago... there was, if I do recall correctly, a ridiculously descriptive strip scene...

My greatest fear in terms of dying is that of being forgotten.
I somehow compare this to the seniors who have graduated... Their legacies barely reach two years, and often not even that, their names become unknown in an almost unnerving way.

The idea of my mind simply going black is frequently a topic of thought.. many a time overanalyzed... the most frightening part about it being that I can't anatomize the blankness after it's happened...


p.s. You saw Up, right? -I cried not only at the end... but in the beginning to. (I'm absolutely horrible to watch movies with.)