These are therapy days

I'm making it happen, taking a stand for the things i love, doing my own commentaries for films being watched spewing out my well founded anger, but also just gaining perspective, seeing the films anew, and asserting their place in this abode, a wake up call in the midst of an area suffocating with paltry religious sentimentalism, where the greatest thing that happens is being hugged, all the while being absolutely clueless about how life goes for other kinds of people, thinking asininely that folks got to be the same as you for you to like them, my precious films, music and books offer me much needed breathing room in this miasma of the fading away, of only looking forward to an afterlife where all will be righted, and me seeing these right minded folks as missing the essence of most things that even matter to me, creativity, and different perspectives, which can help you think about the same old things in a refreshing way.