i’m really sensative when it comes to movies. i don’t like horror movies at all, because i don’t like seeing people get killed.
likewise, when i watch immensely tragic movies, like the pianist or hotel rawanda, i can’t help but being devastated. when i saw hotel rawanda, my friend had to help me out of the back door of the theater because i was bawling so hard i could barely walk. when i watch a movie like this, i see all of the people being shot and all of the bodies as real people, because it really happened.
i’m ok with this, i wouldn’t want to be any different. i should feel devestated.
tonight i watched a movie called “a love to hide.” it was vaguely about gay victims of ww2, which hit hard, i did a term paper on the subject once, and it brought back all of the gruesome, unhuman stories which i had read.
the worst part though is the realization that there are people in this world that are still alive, still suffering just as badly, and i do very little to nothing to try to help.
tomorrow, i’ll wake up, maybe remember this and feel sad and write a letter for amnesty international to make myself feel like i’m doing something, but, pretty quickly after that, forget.
i don’t want to forget.
