If you read my previous film-related post about horror films (and if you didn’t, go check it out! I made valid points). You should know that I like my movies to be sensical and purposeful. I like comically poorly executed films as well, guilty pleasure. But now, my dear friends, I have come to you to raise a new question for our beloved Hollywood: why doesn’t the film industry go against the grain?
I have a friend that is seemingly always crying over her “love” life. After giving her advice multiple times, I realized that she is choosing to not listen to me, only to herself, and is only creating these unfortunate events on her own. As a result, we aren’t very close because it is the only thing she mostly mentions in her life, and I decided I could no longer attempt to help. When it comes to our lives, most of us end up doing what we ultimately want to do.
If you are not aware of the mass control that influencers have on about 90% of the world population, you might be living under a rock. But that’s okay because I do sometimes — however, do not fret, I am here to shed some light on the brilliant effect that influencers have on our daily decisions.
Whether it be gory, paranormal, psychological, or any other subcategory for horror movies, I love them. It is my favorite genre. With horror being my favorite, I have an issue with the content I’m being fed.
I fell in love with Destiny 2. I’ve played it for about a year and a half inconsistently. It was just this past month where I was entirely able to understand greatness.
Asexuality is complex as a whole. The various degrees of it are hard to digest as one thinks: I like guys (or girls) but I feel deep connections only after I get to know them. Or: I have no sexual attraction towards anyone nor do I feel romantic attraction no matter how well I know them. For me, I am still mapping out the degree of my asexuality. I discovered I am asexual when I turned 21. I am 22 now and do I wish I had known sooner? Not entirely. There is a huge possibility that I would not have thought there was something wrong with me and had felt the need to act out sexually in order to feel something. At the same time, I feel that not knowing and discovering something about yourself on your own, in your own way, is beautiful. It is like finding a dusty puzzle piece underneath a sofa after months and you are one step closer to finishing something challenging. Personalities, identities—the mind—it is all complex. I am not a complete rebel, but I do like to discover things on my own when it is against the wishes of others. Within reason. My virginity was one of these things.