We’re a bunch of escapists

So how are you guys? That question was rhetorical, don’t answer it. The fact is I couldn’t care less how you guys are. Infact very rarely is there an author or a writer who actually cares about how their readers are. Harsh reality? I know.

We as a race are addicted to our culture. And a major part of it is comprised of Books (you know, the things with pages), Anime (Japanese cartoons) and Movies (people doing stuff in front of a camera).

But why are we so addicted to them? What makes us like them so much? What’s so special about them?

The simple fact is most of us are escapists. We watch Anime and Movies because we want to delve into someone else’s exciting story to escape our boring one. We want to live a life full of action, fun and love and all the other things we don’t have in our lives.  We want emotions and the experiences of other fictional people to distract us from our own lives. Our imagination is the greatest method to escape reality.

Granted some may argue: “Rayan, you piece of shit, Anime and Books and Movies provide us with good entertainment, that’s all.”

And you would be absolutely wrong. What do you think in the first place which actually entertains us in these media? The very fact they are different from our lives. You’ll have a hard time finding a good Movie without some plot twist or some unrealistic thing happening which won’t happen to us in real life. All in all we all (most of us) are escapists. Slice Of Life anime provides us a new perspective on life, and doesn’t show a similarity to it. No matter how you look at it, we are a culture of escapists.

Is it bad? I don’t think so.

This all came to me when I finished a really good anime series and I was going into general depression because there wasn’t another season.


The Tennis Tournament

Hello. As many of you may have guessed from the title this post is about a tennis tournament I had to play in. Here’s my general experience.

First of all, allow me to explain what this “tennis” thing is. Tennis is a game in which one must send a ball from one end of the court to the other end of said court within defined boundaries without hitting the net. Now you ask, how do we hit the ball for such an exciting game? We do so by using large mosquito-bats, ahem, I mean tennis racquets  which are shaped like table tennis racquets, only larger and much more expensive.
Now for my situation. I was forced to play in a tennis tournament, a game which I despise, with a bunch of random players. I’m not a bad tennis player, not by any means but I don’t want to apply my self to game I don’t like.

I had to wait for 4 FUCKING HOURS for my turn to play, and I wasn’t playing to win. I was going to lose, go home and watch some Sherlock. But I ended getting paired with a guy half my age and quarter my height. If I lost to this guy my dignity would go to hell and so would my reputation. But if I won I would have to wait a gruelling 4 more hours until the tournament ended. I was stuck in a damn dilemma. To lose or not to lose-that was the question.

Me being a lazy bastard, I lost (I just couldn’t wait for Sherlock).

People laughed at me for days after that incident. They still do.

But Sherlock was worth it.