This is probably an extremely pointless attempt to explain the reason why I am so fascinated with Avatar (the movie), but I’m attempting anyway. SPOILER ALERT! Maybe… I don’t know for sure.
After reading a lot of reviews about how “Avatar sucks”, I decided to explain why I don’t think it does. However, I’m also one of those people who think too much about movies – the reality in them, the surrealism, etc. This one didn’t give me much to say as far as anything being fake in it goes. From my point of view, the Na’vi would have been okay with the humans, but the humans wanted to take something from the Na’vi (and maybe even harm them).
And a lot of humans are this way. In Avatar was a message similar to the one in Happy Feet. Nature’s a precious gift and lifestyle and whatever else you wish to call it, and if that makes me a “tree hugger”, then I suppose I am ecstatic to be one. A lot of humans think they can just take whatever is theirs – and if they don’t, then maybe they just act like it. The Na’vi have an amazing understanding for nature and their planet, and they don’t seem to want to mess it up and ruin it. They take it seriously. Maybe that’s a thing that got to me, too.
The plot, setting and general structure of the movie is genius. The writer clearly created their own world from scratch, using life experiences and their knowledge for bits of the story/script and inspiration. If this movie isn’t a book, then I would love for it to be made into a series (and include so much more information) about this amazing, fictional place. I’m intrigued, I suppose, at the fact that it was actually created in the way that it was created. Everything seems like it was well thought out. Whether the movie itself was actually a good movie or not is lost on me – like I said, the story and idea (and all that great vintage) is amazing, and I think that that is what made me want to watch it again (I’m talking about watching it by myself, though. No kids. Just me and the movie. …And maybe some popcorn or something).
I understand that Pandora is nonexistent, but I can still think that it would such an amazing place to go to. Sure, the Na’vi might try to kill me when they first see me, but it would be so cool to be able to see. A planet with a network full of life? Nonexistent, maybe. Withal, we don’t know whether life exists elsewhere or not.
The Na’vi are also spiritual, so they have at least some kind of religion going on. They remind me a lot of Indians – appreciating where they live, taking it seriously, etc. And then the English had to come in and try to take over something that was never really theirs to begin with. But they did it anyway, and though there are some Indian reserves still located here in the United States, the Indians still practically lost simply because they didn’t have the big guns for the wars and whatnot. Granted, neither I nor my family nor my friends (nor the USA) would be here today if it weren’t for the English (or the French; I don’t feel like researching my history knowledge on this right now – I passed with a B average).
My youngest brother is always telling me he wishes he was born in the ‘olden days’ – when it was a simpler time, without all of this technology, and when people were more family-oriented. He doesn’t say it in those exact words, but he tries to. He’s very intelligent, and he says he’s often picked on for saying something smart that’s true. I just keep replying with, “Don’t let anyone tell you or make you feel like there’s something wrong with being smart and having an education. Also, never dumb yourself down for anybody. If they don’t understand what you’re trying to tell them, then they aren’t worth your time.” I tell him that because I had to dumb myself down a lot growing up, and I hated it. It was a painful, painful thing (and I’m still suffering from it). He doesn’t have to live like that, though. He doesn’t have to give into dumbness just to try to make it in his life.
But now I’m getting offtrack, and I don’t need to. My point is that he is a lot like me. Of course, I wish I was born (or lived) in Canada (simply because it’s still close to the USA, and people seem to appreciate life more over there). I guess it’s a crazy thing, though.
And I guess that my ‘dreams’, ‘goals’ or whatever you wish to call them are crazy, too. I need to become a teacher for myself – for closure on my past. I need to become a teacher because there’s more than a desire/lust/want/etc. for me to become one. I think it’s more of an emotional bond I have with the idea of me becoming a teacher. I think I chose to become a high school mathematics teacher because of how much I struggled in high school to figure out who I was/am supposed to be. I didn’t know where I was going then, and I still don’t know where I’m going now. Honestly, I don’t think any of that matters.
I want to help people until they don’t need help anymore. I want to create a nonprofit organization and be one of those supposedly God-forbidden people[1. You know, the people whose name(s) you mention and others reply with “God forbid”, and that’s when I just roll my eyes (or really want to).] the government pays (or whoever it is that pays workers/volunteers of nonprofit organizations). If I could help others via a nonprofit organization as a full-time career, that would be amazing. I would still need to make money, though – money to have for spending, free time, food, gas, insurance, living, etc.
And everyone I tell this to simply replies with, “Okay, but you can still have a job, too.” Why is that not allowed to be my job? Why am I not allowed to be one of those people who get to help others – and still make money doing it as if it’s their full-time job (because it technically is)?! Fame doesn’t mean anything. I don’t have to be famous in order to be able to do what I want to do most in life. I think about others, and I always have. I don’t understand why I’m not allowed to continue to do that the way I actually want to. Just because it isn’t forced doesn’t mean I’m living my life right.
It’s quite hurtful when I tell someone about my dream/goal/whatever to start my own nonprofit organization that helps others (even if it’s not people), only to receive a statement seeming so simple and practically similar to something such as, “No, I mean… Like, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
Seriously? I just freaking told you.
Hence why the teacher thing is sticking. Teachers have this awesome ability to sponsor nonprofit organizations/clubs/etc. at school – that students have joined. This way I will be able to not only help others, but I’ll be able to help others open their eyes to everything life has to offer as well.
Then again, with the way my life has treated me, chances are I’ll merely be that crazy, geeky mathematics teacher who looks young enough to be my student’s teacher – who the perverted male students most likely try to hit on because I’m “so hot”.[2. This is what one of my guy friends told me recently. I think it was mostly because he still has that huge crush on me and just doesn’t seem to understand the fact that I am not interested.]
Speaking of my youngest brother, my oldest younger brother (it’s not that confusing, don’t hurt yourself thinking too hard) has a blog and asked me why no one had commented it yet (and he had just posted). He’s still trying to figure out how it works and such, and I understand that reading his entry may be a huge pain in the butt, but at least he’s making use of the $7 I spent on that domain name, right? And if you could help me out by simply leaving some sort of an enthusiastic comment (no big words) on his site WITHOUT mentioning me/mm.org/etc., that would be great. Maybe it’ll encourage him to keep using it, because I don’t know of anyone who would want ogwarts.us.
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