tarotgal

Just finished watching Dead Poet's Society with sister. Her first time watching it. It was probably a bad move on my part for a couple of reasons, but she really wanted to watch it and so we did. I'm sitting there getting teary-eyed at the moving lines about poetry and living every moment to its fullest... and sobbing when the boys tell Todd about Neil. And crying my eyes out at the last scene. Gods I want to change people's lives. I want to move people. It's so moving, so inspiring, that scene. As I go for my 5th tissue, sister says "are the desks really that steady?". Then as the credits roll, she says "oh, that's it?" And when I ask what she thought she says "Eh, it was okay."

Okay? Just okay? I mean, I know I'm a writer and I want to be a teacher... and my favorite teachers in school were always the English profs. So I probably feel it more deeply than most. But my sister's an artist and wants to be a psychologist. And... just "eh, okay?" Dead Poet's Society just "okay"?? Is she MAD?! LOL To her credit, she laughed and was worried in all the right parts. But... just okay?

Damn but I love that movie *deep sigh* So much passion. GODS but I love people with passion and inspiration. I don't see the point of doing things if you can't be passionate about them. I really don't.

My dream is to one day know what my dream is ;-)