Plagarising Good Will Hunting

Will: [about Skylar] Don't worry about me, I know what I'm doin'. Yeah, but this girl is like, you know, beautiful. She's smart. She's funny. She's different from most of the girls I've been with.

 

Sean: So, call her up, Romeo.

 

Will: Why? So I can realize she's not that smart, that she's fuckin' boring? Y'know? I mean...this girl is like fuckin' perfect right now, I don't wanna ruin that.

 

Sean: Maybe you're perfect right now. Maybe you don't wanna ruin that. I think that's a super philosophy, Will, that way you can go through your entire life without ever having to really know anybody...My wife used to fart when she was nervous. She had all sorts of wonderful idiosyncrasies. You know what? She used to fart in her sleep. [they laugh] Sorry I shared that with you. One night it was so loud it woke the dog up. She woke up and gone like "oh was that you?" I'd say yeah...I didn't have the heart to tell her...Oh God...

 

Will: She woke herself up?

 

Sean: Yes!.... Oh Christ....aahhh, but, Will, she's been dead two years and that's the shit I remember. Wonderful stuff, you know, little things like that. Ah, but, those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncrasies that only I knew about. That's what made her my wife. Oh and she had the goods on me, too, she knew all my little peccadillos. People call these things imperfections, but they're not, aw that's the good stuff. And then we get to choose who we let into our weird little worlds. You're not perfect, sport. And let me save you the suspense. This girl you met, she isn't perfect either. But the question is: whether or not you're perfect for each other. That's the whole deal. That's what intimacy is all about. Now you can know everything in the world, sport, but the only way you're findin' out that one is by givin' it a shot. You certainly won't learn from an old fucker like me. Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell a pissant like you.

 

Will: Why not? You told me every other fuckin' thing. Jesus Christ. Fuckin' talk more than any shrink I ever seen in my life.

 

Sean: I teach this shit, I didn't say I know how to do it.

 

Will: Yeah...You ever think about gettin' remarried?

 

Sean: My wife's dead.

 

Will: Hence the word: remarried.

 

Sean: She's dead.

 

Will: Yeah...Well, I think that's a super philosophy, Sean. I mean that way you could actually go through the rest of your life without ever really knowing anybody.

 

Sean: Time's up.

nihil.

I guess that the knowledge of death is a motivational notion of how we choose to lead our lives, and, what we make of it is an embrace towards our perceptual perfections;

To some, financial domination, or physical succession, others choose to differ in an artistic sense; some also financially, others aesthetically, and some, even anomalously.

Now, what would I want in life?

To be honest, I don’t know, it changes for me time to time, like seasons, some days I just want to have the biggest brains in the world, other days, I just want to dive into a pool of cash and spend it like there never is a tomorrow, some days I look back and hope to change my mistakes in some sort of space-time continuum but then again, I’m happy with all the mistakes I’ve made cause I guess it made me who I am, I’m not proud to admit some of it, but in general, I’m pretty pleased with the person I am today: a boy who knows too much, but does too little.

But then again, that all matters to me, so, pretty much, I’d spare you from an autobiography.

But all I really like to do is have a cigarette and read a comic, or a book by Nietzsche, listen to some metal, or grind or some Wagner, watch slasher movies or observe Dada artwork.

I’d like to smoke that cigarette and know it’s going to end, and know that a cigarette can express the entirety of life itself; that everything that used to matter burns up in smoke, and what’s left is a shriveled, dirty, smelly butt that nobody wants.

So what is there to live for?

The afterlife?

I guess I can’t really put my finger down on that one, but I have seen some bizarre shit in my life, just maybe, not enough for my faith to overcome reason.

You’ve heard the story of Christ, but have you heard about Appolonius of Tyana?

He’s a Greek Neopythagorean philosopher who led a life suggestively, contemporary to Christ, except for the crucifixion and he, pretty much was slightly older.

Yes, I do accept the fact that Jesus or Nazareth did exist, but I am skeptical about the way his life went, after all, he was documented at a time where many many things have not been explained.

Our friend Appolonius was pretty much like the other guys who all were documented to have led a life contemporary to Jesus.

So here’s where I steer off and go on to “renditions” of modern-day examples of Jesus:

Jim Jones; guy made 400 people commit suicide at the same time, that’s a miracle, using context from the bible in his early “regiment”

Adolf Hitler: also a Roman Catholic who spread so much fascism and hate that still burns today that was influential from the bible; read Mein Kampf books one and two.

Charles Manson: he was a hippie, he was a Nazi, he was a mad man.

You see, these guys weren’t devil worshippers, they’re just deranged fucks who used religion and context to manipulate people into what we now accept as “evil”.

How I guess religion came into context was mainly when people wanted to control other people with the intent of power; thus sparking megalomaniacal drives for people to submit to their power, creating religion as first base mind control:

No stealing, no killing, no touching another man’s wife, no lying, no blah blah blah; all this is what we do not want another person doing to us, thus we call that evil, so good is the opposing factor.

Now we do what makes us happy, but some things we do does not make another happy, so they choose to retaliate, and I feel I want to go off track here because the subject is getting too damn fucking long fucking winded for me to continue.

So to conclude this post to cover up for the weeks I haven’t been updating: we all fucking die, get over it, do what the fuck you want, just don’t fucking bother me and I won’t fucking sew your ass to your face, motherfuckers.

And to that mental woman I’m dating right now: I would like to say that it’s fun having a facial with you (yes, people, I actually go for facials.) and please don’t make fun of me when  we’re having our mani-pedi (yes, manicures and pedicures too, you know what’s worse, having your psychotic girlfriend bring home your baby pillow, because she misses you and you have nothing to miss her by, I know that sounds awfully sickening, but I am a sickening guy, but some girls find that attractive, take Jane for example)

And to those who always ask why I fling and change my girlfriends so much, well, my answer to that: I don’t fucking know, and stop paying attention to my life, but don’t leave me alone, I’ll miss all of you, cause I’m secretly happy when people talk about me… Jane’s going to kill me now, and so will all of you, well, I’m a walking bullseye and you just want to shoot me in the face with a .44 magnum don’t ya?

Cause the only problem in life is that everyone, well, almost, take life too fucking seriously!

Take for example:

“I lost my phone, I feel so naked”

Well good riddance, you never needed one anyway.

What I’m really trying to say is, we’ve been watching all these bloody movies and dramas, we feel as if we, as people, have to compensate for it by taking measures just to make sure we keep up with it, to the point of desensitization, and soon, there will come a point we’ll be walking around complaining to the guy who’s doing an air doggy (the act of gesturing a doggy-style sex motion to an open space) that we’re trying to breathe and he’s fucking the air up for us.

Go to hell I hate you people!

Oooooo-kaaaaaaay… come back, come back, I was just kidding, I don’t hate you, you’re going to die anyway, so what’s there to hate?