When I see "explain" on a test.
That moment when you got a question wrong on a test but your teacher accidentally marked it correct.
You’re just like:
And when it was enough to make you pass the test:
- Me: Gosh, you're hideous.
- Reflection: That's not very nice.
- Me: Yeah but the truth hurts, you know?
- Reflection: I don't understand your words.
- Me: Look at this flab, scars, the sagginess. How do you not understand?
- Reflection: Look at your healthy glow, how clean you are, the clothes on your back. How are they hideous?
- Me: That doesn't mean anything.
- Reflection: It doesn't? How about others who are less fortunate than you? What do you think they see when they see their reflection?
- Me: But I'm fat.
- Reflection: A child in a third-world country is looking at themselves right now. See their ribs poking from their skin. Scum covering them from head to toe. That unfortunate soul to live in that condition - that is truly hideous. Would you rather be in that position?
- Me: But I don't see that - I see other girls, all pretty, all skinny and fit.
- Reflection: Beauty is percieved by the beholder. You should take in thought those kinds of people who don't even have the time to think of their looks and only about their survival. You are very well off. Why are you only looking skin deep?
- Me: Because everyone else looks in that way...
- Reflection: Your perspective is ridiculous. Whoever looks at you or anyone else in that way is uneducated about the perception of beauty. Open your mind.
On the Road, I'm waiting for you, what are you waiting for?
Hurry the fuck up!
“Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk—eal straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.” —
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Can this movie just be released already?