I wasted much of the long weekend that passed watching the last episodes of House M.D. season 4. I’ve taken notes in my head of some quotes I’d most likely want to expatiate, but then I got struck by this recurring condition called “aversion to banality” that the only line that seems clear to me now is “Hope is for sissies.” Ah, and I just watched Kung Fu Panda yesterday and actually had a great time!

Times like these, I usually come up with big metaphors to paint the even bigger picture that actually only translates into something like Edvard Munch’s The Scream. Because my love affair with metaphors started with my 1st year high school English class, I don’t think I’ll ever get over it. But for now, here’s my big House quote :

Evan Greer: I just wanna do something…that matters.

Dr. House: Nothing matters, we’re all just cockroaches, wild beasts dying in the riverbank, nothing we do has any lasting meaning.

Evan Greer: And you think I’m miserable.

Dr. House: You’re unhappy on the plane, jump out of it.

Evan Greer: I want to but…I can’t.

Dr. House: Hmm…that’s the problem with metaphors, they need interpretation. Jumping out of the plane is stupid.

Evan Greer: What if I’m not in a plane? What if I’m just in a place I don’t want to be?

Dr. House: That’s the other problem with metaphors. Yes, what if you’re really in an ice cream truck, and outside are candy and flowers and virgins? You’re on a plane! We’re all on planes. Life is dangerous and complicated, and…it’s a long way down.

I’ll probably regret saying this, but I think I might be in a place I don’t want to be. And that’s as straightforward as I can put something I don’t want to admit, even to myself. A few times when I’m stressed out, I get this overwhelming feeling of wanting to have a smoke or buy myself a couple of bottles of vodka. Once while in line waiting for a cab, the lady in front of me lit a cigarette and I didn’t even attempt to turn away from the fumes coming out of that thing she kept holding almost right next to my face. Most times, I’d be repulsed, but I was feeling miserable then. Then I saw her toddler standing right next to her, inside the trolley, looking at her mother’s face with awe and the fascination of the truly innocent, and I came to my senses. I don’t know if always coming to my senses is doing me any good. But reason tells me I should just be glad I still have some to spare.

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