“Previously on Orphan Black: Tatiana Maslany threw herself in front of a train in front of Tatiana Maslany, and then Tatiana Maslany stole Tatiana Maslany’s identity and pretended to be Tatiana Maslany. And then Tatiana Maslany got shot in the head in front of Tatiana Maslany, and Tatiana Maslany got rid of Tatiana Maslany’s body. And then Tatiana Maslany met two other Tatiana Maslanys and one of those Tatiana Maslanys pretended to be Tatiana Maslany. And then Tatiana Maslany figured out that Tatiana Maslany was trying to kill all of the other Tatiana Maslanys, and Tatiana Maslany, pretending to be Tatiana Maslany, went after Tatiana Maslany and stabbed Tatiana Maslany with a metal rod. And then Tatiana Maslany ate jello with Tatiana Maslany. And one time Tatiana Maslany got drunk and Tatiana Maslany pretended to be Tatiana Maslany and yelled at Tatiana Maslany’s husband. Then Tatiana Maslany convinced Tatiana Maslany not to shoot Tatiana Maslany, and then later Tatiana Maslany hugged Tatiana Maslany and Tatiana Maslany poured Tatiana Maslany a glass of wine. And then Tatiana Maslany shot Tatiana Maslany. And then Tatiana Maslany told Tatiana Maslany that all of the Tatiana Maslanys were property. and THAT’S what you missed on Orphan Black.”—
my sister (sassy-tommo-17) recapping Orphan Black (via westside-bow)
Brain diarrhoea. A completely one-sided, narrow-minded, overly-generalised and incoherent collection of thoughts. I obviously have very deep-rooted angst issues. It sounds like a list of complaints but it does not mean I intend to stop at whining. The first step is admitting I have a problem, right?
I think that society has taught us to be self-absorbed. It has convinced us that we are entitled to everything we may want, things that society has brainwashed us to want.
I think that we have forgotten how to be gracious. Because who cares about how others feel or think, right? Because we can hurl insensitive attacks at people through the shield of our screens, we think that the same shield protects them from our careless, cutting words. But the only thing our screens shield us from is having to witness the hurt and pain we inflict upon our victims. We lose our sympathy.
I think that we have forgotten how to give. Society keeps telling us to take, take and take. Why should we give to others what we rightly deserve? Why do we think that we rightly deserve anything more than anybody else in this world? We never make time for the things that should really matter - even sth like spending a day doing nothing with your grandmother - but which society teaches otherwise, as an utter waste of time.
I think that we have gotten our priorities wrong. Our jobs, our status, our superficial identities. Why do they take up all of our time, and not our families, our friends, our health?
I think we have become obsessively materialistic and brand-conscious. Take your hard-earned money, and spend it on something you want. Something that will make you feel better instantaneously. Something that will make people envy you. A statement. An identity. A label. When did we start letting objects define who we are as human beings? When did being rich and famous and upper class become more desired than being kind, being generous, being loving?
I think we have misinterpreted what it means to love. When did showing or telling someone you love them first, or love them more, become a weakness? Why is it perceived as a weakness when we show ourselves willing to sacrifice for those we love? Because we are giving the other person the upper hand? Upper hand in what? Manipulating our affections? Because it is better to receive than to give?
I think we have forgotten our bearings in the real universe. We live too much of our lives in the cyber world. We have become so displaced in both space and time. We have become blind to the needs of those immediately around us. Ask yourself this: the amount of time you spend with your friends on a night out – how much of that time did you really spend with them? How much of that time did you spend looking at your phone, scrolling through facebook or twitter or instagram, bothering yourself with the meaningless details of the lives of people who are not even aware of you at that moment? Do we still know how to connect with each other emotionally? We have all but forgotten how to breathe and communicate verbally.
I think we have lost the real sense of time. For all the hours that technology has managed to save us, we have spent on more gadgets and devices. We are disillusioned into thinking we have a lot of time in future to spend with our family and friends. But we don’t. I think we have forgotten that the time to express our feelings to those who are still breathing around us is always now, never later. Because later will always be too late.
I think we’ve forgotten how to sympathise or empathise. And without sympathy and compassion, we only have apathy and indifference.
I think we’ve made living into a competition. I think we stopped looking inwardly for happiness, and instead, derive sick pleasure outwardly, from the demise of others. What kind of joy is it, if it comes from putting other people down? If it is derived from comparing yourself against others? How can we ever learn to be happy this way? If success is measured by how much better we do than our peers, we will keep failing, and falling. Falling deeper into the abyss of a detrimental society. Further and further away from humanity.
What is humanity, but the quality of being humane? And what is being humane, if humans are no longer compassionate? Maybe the cold, soulless robots that take over the human race in future - as predicted by so many sci-fi movies we love to watch - are just our future generations, because maybe one day, we no longer possess the traits of what it is to be called human.
“Tell him solitude is creative if he is strong and the final decisions are made in silent rooms. Tell him to be different from other people if it comes natural and easy being different.”—Carl Sandburg (via misswallflower)
Can we all just talk about the fact that Kira’s family is her con artist single mother and her gay prostitute uncle and her adoptive immigrant grandmother who is also kind of a single mother to her? And can we talk about how Kira is a smart, happy little kid not despite of her alternative family but because of it?