Daily misery

This photo reminds me of my sisters. When my youngest sister, Nicoly, was born, the silly 15 year old me was pretty pissed at my mom because I knew I will never get to have a little brother for me to punch at, ever. But turns out it’s ok, I feel so much of my sisters alive in me that there isn’t even room for me.

visit listenagain.org, my puny community art project.

I could never quite get why my blonde crush, Rachel McAdams dated Ryan Gosling. I mean he sounds like a goose, for one thing. Yeh yeh he’s a good actor, I give him that. But other than that, it’s pretty obvious to me I’m the more attractive one when it comes to miscellaneous details like grooming tummy hairs and the proper manner of crotch scratching in the public.

Having said so, he blew my tummy hairs away in Lars and the real girl. Strangely sweet and amazingly heart warming, I was especially touched when everyone around him is so accommodating with the fact that he’s dating a love sex doll. Everyone is really happy for him, for the right reason or not. Don’t expect that to happen in real life, dreamers.

In the movie, Lars is sick, or is he? Ponder we may with that question, but the doll seems to fix his problem in the end. Mental illness is a peculiar thing. Some of us do normal things throughout our entire life only to end up being abnormal in the end. The transgression of adolescent, college graduation, starting a family to a midlife depression is almost an unescapable and ugly phenomena. At the same time, few of us do abnormal things early on but end up being perfectly normal, whatever that’s supposed to mean, in the end.  

Maybe happiness is an overrated delusion.

and people ask me why I like street photography… :D