the anti-dawson

i remember when i was in high school, i used to watch dawson's creek season 1 and season 2 so religiously. they were far more relevant and important to me that time than say, schoolwork or even an examination, haha! (my previous teachers should know that by now, at age 23, i am totally repentant of my inattention and frivolity in class, hehe).

i revisited the series a while back. a friend of mine had emphatically spoken of the series as having nice conversational lines...maganda daw ang mga conversations. being a 'word-nut' myself, of course, my curiosity was aroused and i decided to check some parts of the series again through my good internet companion - youtube. (i live in two worlds - reality and youtube, haha!)

anyway, one time dawson was asked by jen why he was so into movies...(for a 15-year-old, he was particularly dedicated and serious about it already). and in his words, "i reject reality." fiction and movies are so much better.

but now, i'm feeling a certain sadness over that idea. it seems so...sorry. a movie is so much better than your life? that doesn't sound acceptable at all. and yet, maybe moviemakers and hollywood kingmakers are more aware of this certain mentality regarding the mass of people out there. life is drab compared to the big screen.

but i resist. IDTS.

N-O. NO.

my life - so much better than a movie. reality - stranger than fiction and better than fiction. truth, sadness, misfortune, love, family...=)

real is better. truth is better.

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