Posts by Scott Sanders2

Noah Sanchez7 said:Get lost, all of you!

You honestly don't get what I'm talking about. I'm saying that nowadays, people care about everything except themselves. Self-care is at the bottom of the list.

Rise, run, rush, stop, fall. There are no questions about why or for what purpose.

All you care about is basic survival. That’s my point. You'll spend your whole lives being chewed up just to put food on the table.
So, what's the point of living? Just to eat? What comes after that?

Is this really what life is? If so, I'm not a fan. Who designed this mess? You did. And that's why I hate you.

Credit to the exceptions, though.

That's why I know how my story ends. I'll be an addict, live another two or three years, and then umrecet. I'm choosing that over that "straight" lifestyle that's nothing but boredom and misery.
And I don't think anyone's going to mourn me, nor do I care. They can talk trash at my funeral for all I care.

One more thing. I'm sick to death of nationalists, racists, and anti-Semites.

I am a Mexican, so shouldn't you hate me?

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So you're the one judging everyone else while acting like seeing someone actually enjoy themselves makes you sick... let me put it this way, I’m wearing my Gap suit and I feel damn good in it, and quite frankly, I couldn't care less about your struggles or your attitude, yet you're sitting there miserable just watching me smile in it... then you have the nerve to claim I’m too focused on others and putting myself last, but I think you might have that backward... because honestly, you can't possibly know what someone prioritizes just by looking at what they choose to wear...

All you care about is survival... that's what I'm trying to tell you. For your entire lives, someone is just going to chew you up just to put bread on their own table...

Everyone carries their own set of values, and honestly, if you spend all your energy picking apart someone else's moral compass, you're likely dealing with a much deeper issue than whatever they're doing... It’s probably better to just focus on your own business, especially when nobody is bothering you, so there's really no reason to be so preoccupied with everyone else. And seeing someone walking around in a Gap sweater isn't exactly an intrusion into your private life... You really should try practicing a little tolerance—just live your life and let others live theirs...
Whether I prioritize carving out a decent life for myself and the people I care about is really just my own business, so I honestly can't wrap my head around why it gets under your skin so much...

I don't think anyone’s actually going to bother showing up, though I honestly couldn't care less if they don't... let them just make their own noise at the funeral...

I don't think many people are going to lose sleep over your struggles, considering how much energy you pour into worrying about everyone else's...

I'm a Mexican, so I assume the hatred is already directed my way...

I don't hate you, I just couldn't care less about you... Why would I bother with hating or loving someone like that, anyway... You really need to come down to earth and realize you aren't nearly as important as you seem to think you are...

Noah Sanchez7 said:I’m just some messed up kid who’s spent his whole life making nothing but wrong moves. I hate how people live these days, and frankly, it pisses me off. That’s why I’ve chosen pure destruction. I refuse to let the system swallow me whole. Why? Because it’ll just suck me in, chew me up, and spit me out. For me, drugs are where the meaning is. I’m a victim of addiction, and honestly, I don’t care. It was my choice. Eternity from the mine, and that's my right. You guys probably feel sick seeing me, because I am everything you’re running away from. So go ahead, run. I’m fed up with all of you—fed up with those fake smiles you never take off, fed up with your obsession with always being "on," and sick of how too proud you all are. Your constant sucking up, the designer clothes, the perfect hair... it all irritates me. I’m sick of the tuxedos and that forced sophistication. I might be a wreck, but you’re worse. You look pathetic in your desperate need to be accepted. You'll swallow anything just to climb the social ladder. You're just snakes wrapped in polite manners and hollow morality.
Every time I tried to be a "decent person" by your standards, I failed miserably, and I ended up hating myself for even trying.
I’m exhausted by you people and your endless prejudices and stereotypes. You refuse to see reality. All you care about is yourselves and your polished egos.
And don't get me started on those mindless clones posing in overpriced bistros; they’ll probably just marry for a paycheck. They don't give a damn about love; they just want the cash. Some are so clueless they don't even realize they aren't in love—they're just in love with themselves, clinging to some guy who exists solely to cater to their childish whims.
You dream of trips to Mauritius or Bali. Why? Just to snap a few photos to prove your "status" and show everyone you can live high on the hog.
You’re totally oblivious and pretty damn stupid.
All you do is want. You're constantly terrified of being left behind, feeling that pressure to fit in. Every once in a while, you toss a couple of bucks to some poor soul and think you’ve done a good deed. Poor Jadnicak, he's got nothing to eat.
What do you actually have? Nothing but obligations. You’re shackled, and your souls are miles away from freedom. You lost yourselves a long time ago.
Your lives are just templates. You’re machines. Every morning is a carbon copy. The alarm goes off, you get up, brush your teeth, and shove your feet into expensive—yet somehow still depressing—shoes, tightening a tie that defines your look but actually strangles you.
It reminds me of people going to the gym...
Is that really living? Is there any beauty in that?
Is luxury your only goal? Not eating at a local burger joint, but insisting on some five-star restaurant instead. What will you say when you retire? What will you say on your deathbed?
Whose life have I lived? You will all umrecet happy.

Honor to the exceptions.

I won't be surprised if you kill this thread or ban me.

Take care.

I’m not sure if happiness is actually what you’re after, but from a psychological standpoint, you seem destined to lose yourself in this fixation on everyone else—and based on what you wrote, that fixation is massive. It feels like you’re at war with the entire world, which is why you’re so preoccupied with what others are doing. You’re trying to build an identity solely through opposition to them, which explains all this resentment and hostility. Maybe if you tried to address why everything grates on your nerves so much... you can't really change the society around you, so you either have to learn to live with the irritation or turn inward, because being miserable just because someone picked up some clothes at a high-end boutique isn't exactly a healthy way to exist 🙂

Ronald Bishop said:Personally, I think Flags of Our Fathers was a massive letdown since I expected so much more from him; the only real strength was that sharp social commentary you mentioned earlier... though the opening is handled so clumsily that you're left wondering who's drinking or paying for what, at least it avoided that nauseatingly sentimental patriotism found in most American war movies.
Saving Private Ryan is leagues better because it holds your attention every single second, whereas here, you can watch as much as you want without feeling anything...
I’m still holding out hope that Letters from Iwo Jima, especially with that Japanese perspective, might actually deliver something worthwhile...

You can't even put this movie in the same conversation as Ryan. Production-wise, Ryan was flawless, but it wasn't really an anti-war film nor did it dig deep into the actual mechanics of combat—it was more of an action drama wrapped in American kitsch.
The film in this thread belongs to an entirely different category... I wouldn't say it was gripping while I was watching it, but it succeeded brilliantly in conveying the core themes of the book, which still feel relevant today regarding the relationship between warfare and the media... the peak is, of course, that quote at the end:

James Bradley: "I finally came to the conclusion that he maybe he was right maybe there are no such things as heroes maybe there are just people like my dad, I finally came to understand why they were so uncomfortable being called heroes. Heroes are something we create, something we need. It's a way for us to understand what is almost incomprehensible, how people could sacrifice so much for us, but for my dad and these men the risks they took, the wounds they suffered, they did that for their buddies, they may have fought for there country but they died for there friends. For the man in front for the man beside him, and if we wish to truly honor these men we should remember them the way they really were the way my dad remembered them."

Especially in our society, where the word "hero" is constantly being exploited and politicized for every possible agenda, this quote makes the film essential viewing for anyone who doesn't grasp how "heroes" are manufactured or what their true motivations actually were...

Ultimately, I'd say Clint Eastwood crafted a phenomenal film that people might discuss while it's still in theaters, but I doubt anyone will walk out of the cinema with empty heads like they did after Ryan, where all that remained was just the impressive visual spectacle...