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So my mom took me to see Brave today... so, Feels.
13 years ago
General
I loved the movie. The voice acting was great, especially with a cast of characters voiced by people like Emma Thompson and Billy Connolly. It had its humorous moments (plenty of them), but there was one thing that kind of stuck out for me.
There was something in the movie that made me relate to the main character. And I don't mean just cheering her on and taking her side. I mean I've actually been through a similar situation.
I'm not normally into blabbing about my personal life when I'm not pissed off, but... I went to high school in Moscow. I was living with my dad and stepmom (My parents were divorced, and they both remarried.), and they had a little dog. a Red Shorthaired Dachsund. He was a bit on the small side, but that was only because he was the runt of his litter.
When I was living with my dad and stepmom in Europe, we got into arguments pretty frequently... Nine times out of ten, I just wanted to punch her in the face because she was so proud and arrogant. But then, she was working at the British Embassy as a diplomat, so...Whaddya expect?
Anyway, the only thing to comfort me after an argument was the dog. I couldn't have asked for a better companion to help me feel better. He was always willing to make me smile and feel better, no matter how badly things went between me and my stepmother. (Kind of ironic, considering he was HER dog...)
A short time before I graduated from high school, they noticed something strange about him. His movements started to get a little sluggish. They took him to a vet, and he was diagnosed with a tumor by his digestive tract, preventing him from being able to eat. It was growing so rapidly, they had no choice but to end his suffering and put him down.
I was shocked beyond belief when I heard the news. That night, I cried my eyes out for the first time in years.
About the day before I was to leave to go back stateside, I had a small talk with my stepmom. I told her that I was wrong for being such a prick, and I knew that dog was important to her, just as he was important to me. My dad was surprised and he started to cry himself, because for the first time in years, I actually said something nice to my stepmom, with genuinely good intentions. No sarcasm, no bitter aftertaste, no regrets.
Looking back on it, the only thing I do regret is giving her trouble in the first place. But it was because we both lost the same friend, that we took a step to make amends. The movie reminded me of that. Sure, I'm not a perfect gentleman or athlete. Hell, I don't even think I'm that great of an artist, and it's one of the few things I can do WELL... But it made me realize it's not pride that has the most value. It is compassion.
Sorry, this journal ended up a bit longer than I intended... but I hope you understand what I mean when I say, Don't let your pride get the best of you. Learn to be humble.
There was something in the movie that made me relate to the main character. And I don't mean just cheering her on and taking her side. I mean I've actually been through a similar situation.
I'm not normally into blabbing about my personal life when I'm not pissed off, but... I went to high school in Moscow. I was living with my dad and stepmom (My parents were divorced, and they both remarried.), and they had a little dog. a Red Shorthaired Dachsund. He was a bit on the small side, but that was only because he was the runt of his litter.
When I was living with my dad and stepmom in Europe, we got into arguments pretty frequently... Nine times out of ten, I just wanted to punch her in the face because she was so proud and arrogant. But then, she was working at the British Embassy as a diplomat, so...Whaddya expect?
Anyway, the only thing to comfort me after an argument was the dog. I couldn't have asked for a better companion to help me feel better. He was always willing to make me smile and feel better, no matter how badly things went between me and my stepmother. (Kind of ironic, considering he was HER dog...)
A short time before I graduated from high school, they noticed something strange about him. His movements started to get a little sluggish. They took him to a vet, and he was diagnosed with a tumor by his digestive tract, preventing him from being able to eat. It was growing so rapidly, they had no choice but to end his suffering and put him down.
I was shocked beyond belief when I heard the news. That night, I cried my eyes out for the first time in years.
About the day before I was to leave to go back stateside, I had a small talk with my stepmom. I told her that I was wrong for being such a prick, and I knew that dog was important to her, just as he was important to me. My dad was surprised and he started to cry himself, because for the first time in years, I actually said something nice to my stepmom, with genuinely good intentions. No sarcasm, no bitter aftertaste, no regrets.
Looking back on it, the only thing I do regret is giving her trouble in the first place. But it was because we both lost the same friend, that we took a step to make amends. The movie reminded me of that. Sure, I'm not a perfect gentleman or athlete. Hell, I don't even think I'm that great of an artist, and it's one of the few things I can do WELL... But it made me realize it's not pride that has the most value. It is compassion.
Sorry, this journal ended up a bit longer than I intended... but I hope you understand what I mean when I say, Don't let your pride get the best of you. Learn to be humble.
