New House M.D. is out finally. 2-hour season premiere. 2 hours of irony and sarcasm. How can you not love that guy and want him to be your doctor? (rhetorical question, if someone answers, he dies... I'm aggressive...)
So, as I was watching the new episode and enjoying the crazy ideas, his irony and sarcasm, out of nowhere I started thinking that House is in fact nothing more than a character that portrays human nature. (Yes, I'm in my contemplative mood yet again.)
I know some of you deny to be compared to House because he's a cynical high bastard, but the thing is that (like I said in an argument over House a few days back) he is more connected to reality that 90% of all people. Lines like "Everybody lies" prove it. House sees the world and human nature clearly, he knows everybody lies for something and that everybody does not exclude him. And indeed, think about it, everybody lies - for money, for love, to get out of the queue at the store, to have a better place at the bar... for what not. And how many admit it?
To be honest, when I saw House for the first time and heard that line, in my mind I denied ever lying. Just an example of how people deny what they are indeed. (I love using psychology on myself, makes me feel schizophrenic-ish.) Honestly, you have to have a lot of courage to admit you're lying. Regularly. About different things. You pass some things in silence. You distort truth. Doesn't matter. Everybody lies.
Besides for realizing the simple truth that everybody lies and we should never trust someone 100% until we don't check for ourselves, House has conveniently hidden behind walls of sarcasm and irony and behaves like an ass, turning everyone away. Making believe he doesn't need anyone. Truth is, he needs someone. Truth us, we all need someone. And most of us are not brave enough to admit it. Most people prefer to hide behind the walls of sarcasm, disrespect, insults... it's a pity that, unlike House, we don't realize it. We deny. We insult. We're selfish. We don't think.
Maybe the vicodin is House's way to get away from himself, although he stated many times he takes it because of his leg. House is getting high, but on the other hand, "We all get high. Drugs, alcohol, love, solitude, memories, hopes, religion, Ego, feelings, lack of feelings, change, stability, work, sport, sex. We all get high. No matter with what. If you need it. Then you get high. If you're dependent. Then you get high. Don't be offended. You know it too. Just admit it. We all get high."*
And what in the end?
Most of the people I know, sit and watch House entranced, thinking what an ass he is, how he gets high on vicodin, how he runs away from Cuddy, how he humiliates Thirteen and Taub, how he pushes Wilson away... without thinking how much do they resemble House... how much all people ARE like House...
*Original post in Bulgarian can be found here: Снежанка и 7-те бонбона; translated by me.
24.09.2009
Replica, The Rocking Devil
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Addicted to Pain?
I've been thinking, why do we always do the same mistakes again and again?
It's not because we're stupid, is it?
We were intelligent enough to go around those mistakes, to avoid them for some time and then at some point, I guess from lack of... adrenaline (?) we just trip and fall for the same thing we promised ourselves we would never again.
So what, are we addicted to pain?
Are we torturing ourselves?
Every time I think about this I remember Venus in Furs. Though it seems really shallow, I think there isn't a book that describes the human mind any better than that book does it.
We are addicted to pain.
Why else would we fall for the same over and over again?
Nothing really changes, just the faces. The empty promises, the words - they are always the same.
It's like in a play, or a remake of a movie - the actors are new, but the lines are always the same. Always cheesy. Always seeming very meaningful. Always being honest.
But shallow, meaningless and lies.
I recall Bekki telling me she does tattoos because pain made her feel alive. Well, I guess we all have out own ways of getting that pain in our system, one way or another.
And as much as I would like it to be over once for all, as much as I'd like for once to not spend a single night more crying myself to sleep, I guess this is my way of getting my dose of pain.
It really is the drug of modern society.
Because that's all there's left.
Just pain... and empty words.
09.09.2009
Replica
It's not because we're stupid, is it?
We were intelligent enough to go around those mistakes, to avoid them for some time and then at some point, I guess from lack of... adrenaline (?) we just trip and fall for the same thing we promised ourselves we would never again.
So what, are we addicted to pain?
Are we torturing ourselves?
Every time I think about this I remember Venus in Furs. Though it seems really shallow, I think there isn't a book that describes the human mind any better than that book does it.
We are addicted to pain.
Why else would we fall for the same over and over again?
Nothing really changes, just the faces. The empty promises, the words - they are always the same.
It's like in a play, or a remake of a movie - the actors are new, but the lines are always the same. Always cheesy. Always seeming very meaningful. Always being honest.
But shallow, meaningless and lies.
I recall Bekki telling me she does tattoos because pain made her feel alive. Well, I guess we all have out own ways of getting that pain in our system, one way or another.
And as much as I would like it to be over once for all, as much as I'd like for once to not spend a single night more crying myself to sleep, I guess this is my way of getting my dose of pain.
It really is the drug of modern society.
Because that's all there's left.
Just pain... and empty words.
09.09.2009
Replica
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