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.



Have you ever had that moment when you are sitting in the car and you favourite song is playing and your mind just drifts of in an imaginary world, but that world feels so real? To some of you this may sound like complete bullshit. But to the minority , and I’m sure about this, it’ll seem like someone has finally understood them.

So back to this moment we were talking about. You’re sitting in the car, and your favourite slow-paced song is playing on the radio. Your mind drifts of into an imaginary world, where all is fiction and nothing is real. But you can feel, taste, touch and see everything in that world. It’s like an in-built virtual reality system in your brain. You can explore that world as you wish. You can go on quests, fight space aliens, punch that annoying guy across the street in the face, do anything. But it all stops as soon as the car stops. Then you are pulled back to reality, and you realise “that imaginary world was quite better than this bullshit one.” Then you try to enter that imaginary world again, but it won’t come to you, because it only happens in certain,rare conditions.

You find yourself wanting to go to more trips involving the car. You find yourself addicted to that better world. This is an serious case of escapism. And it happens with me.

Most people are attracted to this  world because it’s easier for them to live in a fake world rather than the real one. Who wants to face the hardships of reality when that can be avoided? No one. There’s no solution to this problem, not any that I can find. But there’s one thing we all must do at the end, face reality. Look into its deep,dark and unforgiving eyes and say “Go fuck yourself. I’ve accepted you as apart of my life. Stop bothering me, you piece of shit.”

Sorry this post was a bit emotional. I’ll send up those lighthearted posts soon.