Hey everyone who reads this!! This will be a rare happy diary update, as I am happy, and have had a near perfect weekend! I watched the movie Bros in theatres, and although it was a tropey , cheesy romcom, the exceptional representation, and sheer cute factor, made me absolutely love it. It also felt honest in a way that a lot of romcoms fail to. Beyond that, me and Isaac bought some furnature and other various household goods for our apartment at various thrift stores, we had a really great date night at a really nice Mexican place, and later went to iHop with my mom, visisted my family a bit, and I got some driving hours in!! (I'm learning to drive finally). All told, it was a really great weekend!!
Thinking about Bros, and the high quality of my weekend overall, it makes me contend with the idea that my overt depressive attitude, and my admiration for art like Synecdoche, New York (i.e. excplicitly depressing art) is less because of the innate truthfullness in sorrow, but instead because I am largely sad person. Happiness, a thing that I often treat as dishonest and illusive , itself may be part of an honest portait of life. This weekend was so happy, yet I often think of happy songs, movies, books, etc. as being of a lower quality overall than sad art due to the nature of sadness as coming from a place of truth and joy coming from a place of deception (and in general I don't like emotionally deceptive art--which is to say I don't like art that does not speak to a true emotional experience of the creator, or an honest portrait of their being). It makes me think about those people who are actually happy. For this people, honest art must be happy, as sadness is the illusive emotion for them. I hadn't really considered this perspective, although now becoming the kind of person who feels happy, I realize the potential for joy as an honest emotion. Its a good feeling, I hope that I keep feeling it.
whoever is reading this, wherever you are, and whenever you are, I hope you're happy. I love you :)
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