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me_irl
(lemmy.radio)
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Hey no problem on being vague, its rare these days to see anyone excercise what we used to call 'basic common sense' on the internet.
But yeah to me... that was my immediate reaction to seeing all of Evangelion the first time.
Like it just seems so obvious to me. Yeah, the whole show itself is uh... dense, complicated, might have to rewind a few times to fully understand what is happening.
But the ending is so incredibly just... discontinuous with everything else.
Its too discontinuous for 'and then Shinji went completely insane/woke up' to be a reasonable explanation.
Its not that the whole anime is 'unreliable narrator'... its... just a total and cometely abrupt break. Normally the anime follows mostly Shinji's perspective, basically, but you have episodes and segments of episodes that follow another character.
Its kind of ballsy in a way, but its also kind of a cop out, but... it also well illustrates the point the writer was trying to make.
So its exceptional, basically.
But almost no one I've met whose seen Evangelion agrees with me. They all have some kind of in universe super complex fan theory... when at points its literally not even an anime anymore, it just cuts to actual real world footage of landscapes, with narration over it.
I can still remember it because it was so distinct, such an ass-pull of an ending.
I don't get how you can see a complete style shift, tone shift, everything, and its all directly telling you: life oftens sucks but thats just part of how life works, it also has parts that are nice... see all of that and then come away with anything other than 'oh the author is just now literally talking to the viewer'.
As to your ideal weekends... those all sound amazing to me. I've not got quite the same flair for written scenery description that you have, but I can appreciate it; you can well paint an image in a mind.
Many of those things I've done, either alone or sometimes with someone else... I remember once just actually being moved to tears by the beauty and serenity of a sunset in a temperate harbor/beachfront area.
Unfortunately the becoming crippled and then homeless and then barely surviving that with my life intact has... put a bit of damper on that lately.
But I was in a wheel chair 2 years ago, now I only need a cane, and only sometimes. 2 years ago I couldn't type this, couldn't open a bag of chips without a knife, right hand and wrist was too fucked up... thats still getting there, but, the doctor i saw not too long a go said I did a surprisingly good job at setting a makeshift splint. And I was able to open a sealed pickle jar for the first time in about 2 years last night!
I shouldn't have asked about tea and coffee, because I broke my teapot with loose leaf brewer thingy a few hours after I wrote that. Wrist/Hand isn't all the way there yet. And now I am grumpy because no tea and no coffee... new tea kettle (that i can probably also figure out how to make coffee in) is at least on the way though... metal this time, instead of Pyrex... sigh
I tend to take my coffee close to black, but, sometimes, a tiny bit of butter (actual butter) adds a lot of flavor... and i have been known to fix in a bit of milk and hot cocoa mix as well, if i want a 'dessert coffee'.
For tea, I like black, orange, green... chai... but the real treat is a proper dirty chai latte.
Kirby dance is a classic.
Here, allow me to ruin your life:
Kirby with anatomically accurate feet
Kirby is an Eldritch god, it only makes sense that most mortals are driven mad by his true form =P
I... kinda actually like that picture. Does that mean there's something wrong with me? Am I already a Cthulhu cultist? I do wonder if that is 'anatomically correct' though. I've seen how his little red shoes move, and it doesn't look like those feet would be able to work that way. Being an eldritch god, maybe the little pink guy has weird nuclear propulsion reactors contained inside of them, or strange repulsion tech that is manipulated when he "flies."
Ooof. I don't need tea or coffee in my life, but I'd be grumpy if I couldn't pull a cup off immediately on the days I do want one. I've heard about the butter in coffee thing before, but never tried it. I really just chug water like it's essential or something. This might be too identifying, but I was just laughing yesterday with a friend that I'm like a camel. I weighed myself before and after micturition, and while the scale might not be the best, it was hilarious to see a two pound difference. Far too much water in and out, ha!
Your recovery sounds amazing. I'm sure you don't need encouragement from a stranger, but I'm rooting for you. One handed splints are tough (I know! The first official thing I did as an emt was to splint my own broken arm, now there's a stupid story), so that's fantastic! There's a lot in those described weekends that are just fantasy right now. With everything going on.... well, time has been tight. I quite literally hadn't read a full book in a year, and didn't even realize it until my coworker mentioned they were going to try for a book a week. My success on that has slacked off from the first months of this year :(
I think you've got a decent argument for the ending of evangelion. I brought up the unreliable narrator more as a framing device for my distaste for 'meta' themes in general (I will argue against 'death of the author' theory/lens until I'm blue in the face), which may have been why it would never have occurred to me that the entire last portion was a fourth wall break.
I would say that you accepting Kirby's form as an eldritch god indicates something like ... you have stared into the void, it stared back into you, and you either didn't flinch, or you did, but kept the staring contest going either way.
... Either that or your powers of whimsy are essentially off the charts.
One of those, probably? ... Maybe both.
He could have nuclear reactor feet, but I think its more like... his appearance is largely as he chooses it to be, he is seemingly only limited in his assumable forms by having had to ingest them first.
Here's another way of framing Kirby:
Write him as a catalogued SCP entry, haha!
Gotta try the smidge of butter in coffee thing.
And the encouragement from strangers does actually mean something.
I don't get out much, I don't know anyone any more. Every person I reached out to for help during all that either actively made demands of me and insulted me or was too busy to do anything, so fuck em, I'm a ghost. A specter, even.
And then there was the multiple times my ids and phone(s) got stolen or destroyed.
And the times I got held hostage by fent addicts, the drive by or two that I just happened to be in the wrong place and wrong time to experience.
The blizzards and heatwaves I slept through, outside, with COVID.
The PTSD and frankly personality disorder that has come from all this is my main concern at this point.
I... gave up trying to figure out some kind of grand, philosophical 'how' or 'why' I survived it all. A combination of dumb luck at a few good points and apparently an incredible capacity to endure pain at a lot of bad points.
I can... well seemingly socialize well in short bursts with my apartment neighbors ... but inside, I am often a cauldron.
Like, you not being able to read a book in 6 months, in the same paragraph as splinting your own arm as an emt... It fills me contempt, on one level, as a comparison, its like you're insulting me.
But... well I know you likely don't mean it as an insult, you're trying to relate, to be friendly.
That, there, that's what I mean by personality disorder. I don't think I'm 'wrong' to be this way, but I do realize that if I remain this way, I'm never gonna have any kind of meaningful relationship with anyone ever again.
And only part of me thinks that's bad.
The other part think's its rational and reasonable, and just wants to be left alone.
On the one hand, I have a firm sense of my own boundaries now, in comparison to before.
On the other hand, those boundaries follow a two strike rule and I literally do not put up with anyone's bullshit.
So basically I'm an asshole, lol, with too much self awareness and trauma.
And trauma dumping apparently too.
I can be jovial, courteous, curious... its nice to be able to laugh again without that causing neck and diaphragm spams... but yeah I'm still kind of a mess.
Anyway, I think I'm trying to say 'thank you for the encouragement', and not doing a very good job of it. So thank you, really.