![]() Should I change who I am to make somebody love me? So before you drum those fingers in impatience, ask yourself exactly why you’re doing it. That alternate lifestyles are alternate lifestyles!!! That cheating on your partner is standard. It’s taught us that violence is acceptable. You play she loves me, she loves me not, when you know perfectly well that you cannot make someone love you by killing a flower! These things are so ‘natural’ now that you can’t trace the source or even understand why you do them.īecause media hasn’t just trained us to do little things like having Christmas trees in the tropics. When you kiss, you tilt your head (I think the guy in that scene had a big nose) and lift one foot off the ground. TV has taught as that when you’re really angry, you throw vases at the wall. ![]() There are things we’ve seen so many times that we’ve learnt them. But then I asked myself, Am I doing this instinctively, or have I just seen too many chicks in movies doing it? Yesterday I was moody, so I hugged a book and went for a long walk. I’m still ranting about the influence of media. Why do we break things when we’re angry? Why do we hug pillows when we’re down? Why do we wear red on vals? Why do we drink chicken soup for colds? ![]() Why do we drum our fingers during traffic jams? The toughest part of loving someone is knowing the difference between what’s best for you and what’s best for them, then choosing their interest over your own, whether it’s choice of wardrobe, amount of allowance, or what to buy for their birthday. ![]() If he dies, the women will still be raped and/or killed, except he won’t live to see it. If he lives, he’ll help them get through it – assuming the thugs let them live. Or does he take the bullet? After all, it’s better to die than watch your women violated. What should he do? Should he stay alive and watch his women get raped? How does he know the thugs won’t kill him when they’re done? He starts to resist, they threaten to shoot him. The thugs want to rape a man’s wife and daughter. But if I ran off and was killed far away leaving her safe, alive, that would be best for her. I would die in peace knowing I’d done my best, and would be spared watching her die. But when I think about it, I realise staying with her, taking a bullet for her, is what’s best for me, not her. But then is that my choice?Īs a parent, I try to do what’s best for my child. I would rather die fighting beside her than leave her alone in this hateful world. But would my baby be able to fend for herself? Would she be better off alive and alone than dead at my side? Makes you think, doesn’t it? Humans are more resourceful than we think. If my baby was in trouble, would I hide her to save her? Would I risk her fate to a basket in a river like Moses? Would I sacrifice myself and risk leaving her alone in the world? Her mother! They embrace and cry, rest, then keep running. “Princess, princess? Are you there?” A cautious whisper. Then she hears leaves, cracking branches. Let’s go, she must be dead.” The dogs are called off. She wants to cry, but the soldiers might hear her. The girl wants to scream, but she covers her mouth. ![]() Mother and daughter are running through a dark, creepy forest. ![]()
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