Sociality

A novel wrote that if a person really had to seek for help from others, s/he would have died while waiting.

It was striking when I read, but sadly it has repeated so frequently that there will no be otherwise. After all, the only one who can save me is myself. There is no alternative at all. It does not mean someone has to be blamed on this, but it is only my fault if I look for aids, since no one is responsible for anything about myself.

Life is not a tragedy, just that it is not a joy at all. And if I were to explain the story, it would only have ended up a joke that is not funny. Silence is gold.

Human Conversation

My lover is a very good observer that he often points out something that people do not notice. Affected by him, I start observing some pieces that draw my personal interest. One of the things is about our conversation with people.

Many of us, including I myself, often fall into a habit that we repeat what we want to say for couple of times. For instance, if I want to tell my lover that my boss bought me lunch today, I tend to repeat this statement for two to three times. It does not only happen on oral conversation, but also written article. Perhaps I am indeed a very typical example of this - right now I tend to repeatedly highlight this observation. This seems to be an endless repetition.

I suspect such behaviour may be due to the underlying reason that we want to be more convincing, or we fear that our audience do not pay enough attention to what we want to tell, even though most of the time the matter is trivial to others. We just want to share, while very often we do not know how curious our audience are. Maybe they do not wish to know at all, but they choose to listen because they want to be polite. When I come to this point, I believe I am actually the one that is impolite when I repeat, because I am not considerate enough to think deeply whether my words are interesting for others. This happens more on older people, which is why the young always complain the old are clumsy.

How to get away from this bad habit? I guess the only thing I can do is to keep alert about how this behaviour is displeasing.

Le Temps Qui Reste

This evening I watched a poor local film acted by Jacky Cheung and Tang Wei. It is poor because the director, who's also the script writer, fails to reflect her story idea effectively. It looks more like a TV drama than a proper film. There is reason for local film industry being so weak.

I often recall the French film Le Temps Qui Reste, which is about the final time of a man diagnosed with serious disease. I do not remember every part of the film, but what impressed me is that he spent his last moment at a beach facing the sunset - this is how the film ends as well. I still remember I once had a dream at one night, that I knew I was going to die and I was lying on a comfortable beach chair with a glass of fruit punch, facing the sun. In that scene, I was able to see how I was like as I was just watching at my back, but for some reason I knew that was me. That's why I found it kind of shocked when I was watching the last part of the film; and that is why I love the film a lot.

This is not the first time I wrote about this film. It only means I cannot forget my dream.