☞ Breaking Dawn Part 2 left me in tears
So yesterday, little sister and I went to go see the final Twilight movie. We usually go to all of the previous premieres on opening night (dressed up, I might add), but my flu forced us to wait. Buying the tickets was bittersweet, as we knew they would be the final Twilight tickets we would ever purchase.
See, I read the books before a movie was even in the works. I fell in love with Edward way before Rob Pattinson (that’s not to say that I don’t love him too…). I was in bed for weeks devouring the pages. I loved the books, and yes, I loved the movies.Twilight was the reason why cinema was invented: it provided me an escape. Every year, usually around my birthday, I could act like a teenager and go to opening night premieres. Then, months later, I could wait in line at midnight to get the DVD. I got to lose myself in a story that I loved.
Little sis and I adored the movie (keep in mind, we have shared our Twilight adventures since the books came out). We laughed, we cried, we even held hands toward the end (CORNY ALERT!). As the credits began rolling, I couldn’t help but feel like an era of my life was ending. No more Harry Potter. No more Twilight. It was raw and yes, emotional, as I had to say goodbye to more than a half a decade of my life.
☞ People are WAY too sensitive … and if Twilight makes you get into an abusive relationship, you’ve got much bigger problems
I’m just saying …. really? People are way too over-sensitive. I don’t know if its a love of complaining that leads people to bitch about everything, or if it is just an authentic displacement with reality, but I really find it humorous how people have to make everything so much more complex than it is.
Take Twilight, for instance. People get all up in its business, claiming that it leads little girls to think that emotionally abusive relationships are romantic, that bestiality is hot, and that a grown man falling in love with a baby is something you should aspire for. This reminds me of the people that blame video games for violence. Or the ones that go to a comedy show and then complain that the jokes were too sexist/racist/___ist. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe that this comedian which I know performs highly derogatory material, made a joke about something highly derogatory!”
People, if you go out looking for a dude that wants to kill you, and then blame Twilight, you have got MUCH bigger problems. You probably have terrible parents and even worse judgement. If you have a baby and start searching/wishing for a werewolf to come and fall in love with it, you probably need to seek some sort of medical attention. It isn’t Twilight that’s the problem. It’s you.
It’s a freaking movie! Theater comedy clubs, comedy shows, etc etc are for ESCAPE. They exist so that we can leave reality and go to a special place for a while. If you don’t like the topics, DON’T GO. It’s simple. You complain about old men politicians trying to get all up in your business, and yet you get all up in everyone else’s.
All of this could be easily solved. If you don’t like something, don’t do it. Leave everyone else alone.
Wow, what a concept.
** I’d like to add that I know there are important topics worth fighting for/complaining about … and I respect it. But when you start bitching about a freaking movie, it all becomes a joke. And oh yeah, I am a hypocrite because I too like to complain a whole lot about nothing at all (but convince myself of its dire importance). So touche people, touche.
☞ Christmas makes everything better … but why am I deemed too old to sit on Santa’s lap?
Walking around the mall yesterday, seeing everything decorated for Christmas, was almost as good as eating unlimited Cinnabon rolls until I bleed cream cheese. I love this time of year. I am obsessed with it. I feel like its the one time that I am myself … which makes no sense, and yet it does.
The only problem is that I wanted to go sit on Santa’s lap. Not only did it cost $15 (why would Santa be so cruel? turning away the kids that don’t have the money??), but apparently 24 is over the age limit. The sign said “Age 10 and under.” How wrong. I need to book my ticket to Switzerland NOW!
I made up for the disappointment by coming home and beginning the decorating. The house now smells like pine tree and the lights are twinkling, Clark. I am now behind in everything from school work & NaNo, still feeling sick & horribly dizzy, but the Christmas decor makes it impossible to be blue.