I don’t think any movie should be remade!
Do you think that was loud enough? Or should I shout louder?
No. Okay, I’ll keep it down.
I came to my answer a day late, mulling it over before coming to my conclusion. But mainly because I had to contain myself from shouting and griping those profanities unbecoming for a woman.
This topic for the day really gets my goat. I don’t understand (and probably never will) why, with all the talented screen-writers this world has, the film industry see’s the need to re-hash old movies. And sometimes, some that aren’t so old.
Come on, we’ve all had one of those days.
But we tend to lie to ourselves, and others, when they ask:
‘So how are you?’ they ask.
‘I’m fine, how about you?’ you reply, even though it’s a total lie.
So why do we do it:
- To save ourselves the trouble of having to explain.
- To save the other person the earache of listening to our problems.
- Or just because it’s easier not to tell the truth.
I’m going off script here, but I wanted to try my hand at the DP Challenge.
deep deep sleep redux (Photo credit: tempophage)
We were asked to think of a sound which means the most to us. Well, for me, it was the sound of my son breathing when he was sleeping. Strange, you might think. But let me tell you why.
From the age of three, up until he had his dysfunctional tonsils removed when he was four, my son suffered from sleep apnea. His right tonsil was so grossly enlarged, he would stop breathing. I spent countless nights either, listening at his bedroom door, or creeping in and out of his room like a jack-in-the-box.
It was heart-rendering to know each night I put him to bed, I could wake the following morning to find him gone. So hearing him breathing was a treasured gift. I was beside myself when the operation was scheduled, scared of course, but ecstatic my son had a chance.
The first few nights after, I still found myself creeping into his room. But this time, to listen to his soft gentle breaths, and I cried tears of joy over that beautiful sound.
You see, we take something as simple as breathing for granted. Take the time to listen, really listen to the sound, and maybe you’ll understand what I mean.