The reason why movies bother me, is because you are guaranteed to come out okay. You’re guaranteed to come home after witnessing amazing adventure. But in real life , it could end..badly. That’s what I call a coward..or a trade off..  Question is, if you’re really living and doing what you want and you happen to die, wouldn’t it be better than sitting in a dark theatre in a chair day after day, knowing that it’s not really you that is in danger? That there is no risk in what you’re doing, even though you want to be as close to the action as possible? Not really experiencing the rush for yourself, or the pride of making it?  Am I the only one who is extremely bothered by this? AM I? Who’s with me?!

I saw Avatar. Whenever It ends, I nearly cry, because that’s how badly I wish I lived in a forest like that. Or had a place to run like that. I’m sick of feeling like I’m in a cage. It’s my fault. IS IT? Is it my fault that I feel trapped? I can’t go anywhere without money, not far anyway. I could walk-I could walk there if I truly wanted to physically be there. But If I had no resources, no education…

I would need to learn how to find shelter-and know what leaves meant big rash, and what remedies would be good for the flu. How to start a fire with sticks and a stone (right?).  I could learn to hunt- take archery classes, become in very good shape, invent hunting clothes. Aren’t there already “hunting clothes”? yes. I’m nearly positive-but I still want to invent my own, like Spiderman did. He was a hero, in his world. Fake as he may be, he was still human in a sense since he came out of somebody’s (who’s?) imagination. That person’s imagination wouldn’t have made a stupid hero. Stop laughing, this is my humor relief.