I'm the same

So I didn't blog for 19 days. Longest gap I've had in a long while. But be grateful Juan Pablo, because a lot of what happened in the last 19 days was a lot like this crap. I don't like a lot of those blog posts because:
A) They're annoying and vague.
B) They show me at my weakest.
C) Who wants to read that crap?

Thanks to my lack of ambition, a side affect of senioritis, you don't have to read those posts I could have written.
Here are the last 19 days summed up in nineteen words:
California
Disneyland
Girl Relapse
Eagle Court of Honor
Senioritis
Lack of Ambition
Confusion
Done with high school
No money

That's all you need to know. Here are some thoughts that I have had lately:

• Ferris Bueller's Day Off is a completely different movie when you are a month away from graduation.
• I am really popular. I don't know what happened. Suddenly, I am not that nerd everyone thinks is weird. I am that weird nerd that everyone wonders how someone like me got so popular.
• Clark Kent would be a lot like me. You know what I mean? I mean, really. To totally dissuade anyone who might think he is Superman, he would be a total nerd who isn't into much physical activity.
• I am so done with high school. My new favorite line from Ferris Bueller's Day Off is, "It's a little childish and stupid, but then, so is high school." I mean, really, give me one thing that I need to learn in the next month that I haven't learned some time in the last thirteen years. High school really is childish and stupid.
• I have eighty five more days in my home. Pleasant Grove and I are parting ways, maybe (probably not) for good. Okay, I don't have a girlfriend. I won't have a girlfriend before my mission. But I have PG. This town has given me everything. I'm telling you, there is no where in the world that can compare to Pleasant Grove. She is my first love. 
• Sometimes I can think for a little bit what I want to do with my life, but it only sticks around for a couple days, maximum. A couple serious considerations: secret agent, writer, journalist, director, movie writer, neurological scientist, brain surgeon, chef, restaurant owner, psychologist, life counselor (I don't know what that would be, exactly, I'm just good at advice), astronaut. I have no idea. I just wish it would be simpler. Freaking heck. 
• My wife>>>>>>>. (And I never do the greater than thing, so that proves how true that is).
• Man of Steel is going to be one of the best movies ever made. I am going to promise you that right now. And if it's rated 'R,' I may have one of the biggest life decisions ever to make: whether or not I see it.
• I seemed to have lost my lactose intolerance. But at the same time, I got allergies. That is pretty weird.
• I am so ready to be going to Italy. I won't be sad leaving. I'm ready to just move on. But driving on the freeway between the MTC and the airport past the only place ever to be my home will be the hardest part. I'll probably cry.

That was April for me. Sorry I never posted. It's not that I'm not good at it, typically. 

85 days.

It doesn't matter

I don't know if I have talked about this on my blog and I tried researching, but I couldn't do it. To many vague titles. I guess I do a lot of those, neh? Anyway, unless you haven't read at least ten percent of my blog, you probably know that I adore Christopher Nolan's work. I feel so connected to him. I knew exactly how Dark Knight Rises would end twenty minutes into the film. Not that it was predictable, but because we have the same thinking patterns. So there is the preface of my post tonight.

Who here has seen Inception? A good number, I am sure. If you have not, I am giving you the spoiler alert right now. Don't say I didn't warn you. Now the number one problem people have with Inception is the last ten seconds of the film. Repeatedly I would hear, "Does the top fall? Is it real or a dream?" And that really bugs me. Because honestly, it doesn't matter. Chris wasn't intending you to know if it was a dream or not. I really don't think that he wanted it one way or another. He wasn't trying to let the end be controversial. He really wasn't saying that it was a dream. He was saying that it doesn't matter.

 Look back in the movie. Watch Cobb every time he spins the top (other than the time in question). What is he doing? How does he act? He sits there with a gun cocked ready to shoot himself in the head if the top doesn't fall. He is completely possessed on the thought of being stuck in a dream. But that last time, maybe to check to see the reality after spending so many dreams in that room, where is he? His kids (whose faces had never been seen up to this point) were where he was looking. He wasn't even facing towards the top! 

The simple fact is this: No matter the result of the spin, he is happy and wants to be happy. He let go of his past and if he is in a dream, who cares? The world doesn't matter to him, because he has let the death of his wife go and he is with his kids. He is with his family and he is finally at peace. He doesn't have a world he wants to escape from. Before, he was stuck away from his family and had no hope for return. If that was a dream, who wouldn't want to wake up? But now he is happy.

The short of the solution is this: Nothing matters compared to being with the ones you love. 

And you thought it was a lame ploy.

Shame on you.