Gifted.

Why can’t our life choices be as obvious as the clichés in movies? Why do they have to pull the rug from underneath our feet, and why do we have to hit our heads on the ground when it happens? Today was an unexpected, not good day. First one in a while. But before I accidentally sunk my feet in the mud, I wanted to push through with today’s scheduled productivity, so of course, I have a blog post for today. Fair warning, there are spoilers below the line for Gifted. Trigger warning: suicide.

gifted(from http://beardedchrisevans.tumblr.com/post/158452396769/new-gifted-promotional-stills // credits to the creator // quote added by myself)

Last week, I got to see Gifted, starring Chris Evans and Mckenna Grace. Lovely performances by everyone involved, but I most appreciated Mary’s mother, Diane Adler, and her suicide. There are not enough stories said about people who’ve lived their lives differently from most people, who see the world in a different light, usually a much darker light with just a tiny bit of brightness at the end of the tunnel. And even though she’s just a passing name in the movie, her story was done a kind justice. Because despite taking her own life, an act that is very much frowned upon in society, they neither blamed nor crucified her for doing so. Instead, they missed her, and they understood. And that is so much more than I can say for everyone else in the real world.

As widely perceived as it is for the world and life in general to be, well, a living hell, should one even consider committing suicide, they immediately get the “don’t do it!” speech, instead of a “what can I do to help?” question. And it’s not even necessarily the an-accessory-to-murder type of thing, more like a-shoulder-to-lean-on. Because even when one considers suicide, they aren’t taking anything lightly. And contrary to popular belief, they do consider the people around them, despite usually being under the impression that they would be better off without them.

Because at the end of the day, it’s not about them being selfish. It’s about them having had enough of the pain.

I would consider my pain tolerance to be pretty high, physically, but I wouldn’t want to put my emotional and mental ones to the test. I don’t know how much pain one person could take before they killed themselves, but Diane Adler, having been a genius, separated from society, considerably successful and privileged, and supported by her brother and her mother, it was still too much to bear.

I wonder how she would have fared if Frank didn’t leave for his date that night. Would they have all moved to Florida with Mary and raised her together? Would Diane have tried to be a more normal member of society, maybe teach math in elementary or high school? Would her mother, Evelyn, chase them or leave them? Would they have offered Diane’s work in exchange for letting them go?

So many, too much unanswers. After all of that, I do have one thing to take away from the film. My favorite scene is where Frank and Mary “borrow” a boat that he’d finished fixing. They went to a beach, taking Fred, the cat, with them, where sandpipers were digging in the sand for food. Mary sees Fred staring intently at the pipers, and observes that Fred thinks he’d like to catch one but he’s not a killer. She then asks Frank if her mom, Diane, would have wanted her to go to regular school, even though they’re all idiots. Frank replies that she’d want Mary to have compassion like a cat can have for a sandpiper.

Happy Monday. I hope yours is better than mine.


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