My Review on the Elephant Man

My personal opinion on the Elephant Man is that it is a great movie.  I enjoy how it is a dark and thought-provoking film, it made me ask myself moral questions.  I found myself considering each character's point of view and putting myself in their situations.  This helped me understand the movie more because I could see how one thing led to another.  I also found myself feeling very sorry for John Merrick because amongst everyone, he definitely had had a stressful and very hard life.  It would've been easy to just give up, but John Merrick still found reasons to live life and be happy.  If that were me  I wouldn't have made it as far as John Merrick did.  It's such a terrible life to even imagine, no one should have to put up with such abuse.  Another thing that intrigued me is the meaning within the movie.  I'm not religious, but I acknowledge how John Merrick represents Jesus and how our own society has deformed and raped the Earth that was given to us, so pure, by God.  It is a very deep way to depict the effects of the industrial revolution and the ignorance of man kind.  It's disgusting to imagine how cruel, insensitive, and monstrous human beings can be to others just because they don't fit the crappy "normal" standard; it's really unfair.  I have to admit that my favorite thing about the movie is how it's eerie and dark and very symbolic.  That's what really got my attention.

My Name is John Merrick

After what seemed like an eternity I have finally returned to the comfort of the home that my good friend Dr. Fredrick Treves generously gave to me.  I truly wish this be the last time I escape Mr.Bytes' abuse, for the past few weeks were hell all over again. A part of me wishes I had died that cold night in the monkey cage.  I could never thank my dear friends enough for helping me return to London.  My experiences have been unspeakable, but when Dr. Frederick Treves hugged me so sincerely I felt my worries dissolve.  He was kind and caring as always, I wish he didn't blame himself for what happened to me.  He is a great man with such potential and I acknowledge that he might not be able to cure me, but he has certainly done his absolute best in caring for me.  I almost feel in place here, it's an amazing feeling.  I am so relieved to be back... I look forward to finishing my cathedral since it was destroyed by a vulgar crowd.  I only wish others could see me not as an elephant, not as an animal, but rather a man and most importantly a human being.  I very much appreciate those that do, those that have true kindness in their hearts, those who are not swayed so easily by the public notion.  I've grown tired from a long week, so I shall retire for the day.

Welcome to My Nightmare

I've had several reoccurring dreams in which I am completely alone.  The setting is usually in a familiar place or somewhere I'd like to be, but there's always something different than it is in reality (although I don't recognize the differences during the dream. In those dreams I have memories, but no proof that they ever happened.  I get touchy after a while because the feeling is so realistic and overwhelming.  There's nothing except the memories that haunt me. I would consider this a nightmare because the emotions are so raw and immense. It's torturing to be able to imagine a happy life when there is no physical reminisce.  Each dream is slightly different.  Maybe the setting is different, or maybe the memories are different.  Sometimes the only thing I am able to recollect are the grotesque deaths of those I love and it's usually my fault their dead.  In other occasions My dream starts off with someone or something comfortable like walking with a close friend or being with my lone gone family.  Then all of a sudden everything is gone again. The scenes don't exactly terrify me, but I have to admit that the way it all plays out in my mind, that it does make me really uncomfortable for a while.  When I wake up everything is quiet and it just leaves me thinking.

I have to admit my greatest fear is failure.  It always has been.  I was raised in an enviorment in which much was expected of me.  At some point things started falling apart and it became a struggle to keep it together.  I am terrified of not making something out my life since I already failed in so many other areas.