Something about getting older I hate is that I notice myself BEING the older relative who asks you random questions about your life at holidays and reunions and stuff and it’s like I can’t HELP it but I’m self-aware of it bc of all the memes and jokes surrounding it so I try to like. Make it less awkward which Does Not Work and this Thanksgiving I was alone in the car with one of my only cousins who isn’t an adult and I was like “so…………how old are you like?? What grade are you even in?” And he told me and I was like “okay not to interrogate you it’s just that the last time we spent any time together alone you were 7 years old and not to say kids aren’t people but it feels like now I have to actually get to know you as a like. Human Being with a personality.”
stop treating people you admire and love like gods. when you put romanticized versions of the people you love above the people they really are, then you’ve done yourself and them a disservice. they cannot possibly ever live up to the ideal you’ve created of them, and they will inevitably disappoint you. you will be let down by someone you previously thought was perfect, or worthy of admiration, but perfection has never and will never exist, and if you look for it in a place it isn’t, you will always be let down, and it isn’t fair to you but it isn’t fair to the person you’ve romanticized in the first place. you must realize and tear down the veil of impossible standards (whether physical or more psychological) because they were never possible to attain in the first place.
stop rebooting shit and hire actually talented screenwriters, directors, photographers, and artists for original ideas. no one wants to see the same shit recycled over and over again. enough romanticizing the past, fuck nostalgia. pay people to make new and interesting shit, damn. what are these people afraid of? actually entertaining people?
Pass Through Fire 