Shi(f)t Happens

Shit happens. I’ve learnt not to discriminate against shit happening, because at least you can tell. You can smell it, you can see it, and generally there is a viable and/or visible reason behind the happening of the shit. Even if you do not know the reason, you probably know someone who can explain why exactly shit has happened.

What I hate is when shit doesn’t happen. When there’s just this slight shift in the fabric of universe, so slight you cannot even be sure it has occurred. There’s no physical evidence, no justification upon which you can claim the shift has happened. You just feel there’s something different in your gut.

I don’t know how to communicate or seek explanations without decent justification and reasonable amount of physical evidence. It would be great if that was due to my penchant for rational approach to life. However, it’s more due to my fear of being considered insane. Going into childhood trauma which brought about this particular personality trait is not something I’m prepared to venture into. I’m just slightly despondent.

All I can do is write a post (in English, to additionally distance myself from the issue) and tag it personal to ensure the least possible number of people read it.


Yes, I have really matured, haven’t I?

RANDOM A/N: I know that “slightly despondent” sounds like an oxymoron, but it’s how I actually feel these days.

Etymology oxymoron: 
1650s, from Greek oxymoron, noun use of neuter of oxymoros (adj.) “pointedly foolish,” from oxys “sharp” moros “stupid”. Rhetorical figure by which contradictory terms are conjoined so as to give point to the statement or expression; the word itself is an illustration of the thing. Now often used loosely to mean “contradiction in terms.”

Basically the word oxymoron is an oxymoron.

Etymology despondence: 
1670s, from Latin despondere “to give up, lose, lose heart, resign, to promise in marriage” (especially in phrase animam despondere, literally “give up one’s soul”), from the sense of a promise to give something away, from de- “away” + spondere “to promise”. A condition more severe than despair.



Do you want to know what … it … is?

Back in the ’99, before anime, manga, and cyberpunk became a part of my everyday life, Matrix was a mysterious movie with novel ideas and important philosophical questions. It was cryptic and baffling. It made the thirteen-year-old-me feel very confused.

Today, one Ghost in the Shell, Neuromancer and Snow Crash later, it is just another movie. It has become apparent that the W. brothers (now siblings) spent a good part of the ’98 eating at Chinese restaurants, collecting fortune cookies and assembling them into a script.
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Yeah, it’s still THE Matrix. It’s still one of the first movies that made me go “Uuuuuuuuuuu!”. But now it makes me yaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. Like many movies of the ’80s, the bringer of the 21st century, the maker of the unnecessary trilogy trend, is good by association, not by itself and in itself. It is the memory. I mean, I remember who I watched it with and where I watched it. (My brother, my friend Ana and me, at my place in Trogir.) There’s only a handful of movies that I remember watching for the first time.
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It lacks timlessness a movie requires to be a classic. When I first saw it, before the Internet and the information age became a part of my life, I thought it was the shit. Not any more, though. And this is without going into the massacre of Reloaded and Revolutions.

The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work… when you go to church… when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.

1999 – Uuuuuu, creepy (you look around suspiciously).

2014 – Oh, shut up, already Morpheus!

Fifteen years later, Matrix is still cool, but not because of the idea,. It’s cool because they fly through the air, shooting from impossible positions. It’s cool because everybody likes an ordinary office worker becoming the hero. It’s cool for the same reasons a million other movies are cool.