Sometimes I don't even know what my mind is thinking...

I write for a humor blog with two friends, James Malins and Cherie Michiko, called Misusing Big Words. This post was originally published here:
http://misusingbigwords.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-i-dont-even-know-what-my-mind.html
I wrote this piece after a trip to the movie theater one day. I got about a page into it and then... fizzled... Too bad too, because as I was writing it, I was thinking to myself "Yes! YES! I am insightful! I am wise! This is amazing!" It was like pitching 8 innings of a perfect game, and then walking away from the mound without turning back. Anyway, read on.

Do people who are dying get more out of life?

Case in point: "The Bucket List," the new movie in which Jack Nicholson and
Morgan Freeman get into all kinds of crazy shenanigans after both have been
diagnosed with terminal cancer. As a film, it was very enjoyable, but not
without its heart-wrenching moments.

However, this is not a review.

What I'm more interested in is the notion of doing all the things you ever
wanted to do in life but just never got around to. After all, that's what the
bucket list is--a list of things you want to do before you "kick the bucket."
While I normally applaud this idea and enjoy the romanticism of it, this time
around another thought struck me.

What if you're the type of person who lives his life like this all of the
time? Someone who doesn't have a list of things he has wanted to do for years
but never gotten around to because if he wants to do something he does it? Does
not that person deserve a film about himself (even if he can't narrate it in the
voice of infinite wisdom of Mr. Freeman)?

It brings to mind the old story of the prodigal son--and I'm confident that
no matter what your religious upbringing, you have some familiarity with it. The
elder son stays with the father, helping him around the house, generally being a
good son, while the younger man moves away, goes knee deep in booze and women,
and gets drugged out and sloppy drunk in a Lohan-esque spree, only to come
crawling back to pops when the money is gone. Dad accepts him back and has a
party for him.

It’s a touching tale of unconditional love and forgiveness, except that it
impresses upon us a completely twisted worldview.

Psychologically and economically speaking, why are we rewarding bad behavior?
The prodigal son, like “The Bucket List,” romanticizes the notion of “make your
mistakes along the way, because you’ll have a chance to correct them later.

Nevermind. This doesn’t make any sense.

See what I mean? If anyone can make sense out of this or can pull out a unifying theme/idea that is worthwhile, go for it. I just found it funny that I had actually compared the Bible to Lindsey Lohan. By the way, does anyone remember when she used to be hot (ie "Mean Girls")? What happened there?
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