Real life vs. Movie Scenes

I always wonder: How awesome could it be if my life is like my favorite movie, TV series or sitcom? You know, with those ear-catching soundtracks playing in the background that suggests something big is going to happen so you must keep your mouth shut and tune in. Where slack days are just short good ten seconds flashes and everything happening in my life is interesting enough to draw people’s attention to me, tears escape my eyelids and roll down my cheeks because of something really heart wrenching and not just because I accidentally rubbed my eyes with after I put on some Vicks vapor rub in my runny nose. Where I take the lead role that incidentally comes out with all these witty puns that keep other people from talking. And when I say something very funny in an awkward situation there would be these recorded laughter, cheering and clapping in the background to back me up. 

But apparently, life isn’t like the movies. AC/DC and Foster the People don’t play in the background whenever I walk down the street wearing clothes that I think are dazzling and look damn cool on me. Well, not unless I put on my earphones and listen to my playlist—which wouldn’t count because I’d be the only one hearing it and would see how amazing and badass it would look like. My comments aren’t always clever… or articulate. I am not as hyper-verbal as Emma Stone or Robert Downey. No. Not even close. The people I meet in my everyday life don’t suddenly break into musical numbers with other people just minding their own business in the background then get back to their normal lives as soon as the song ends as if nothing happened. There aren’t always romantic scenes, and when there is, I can’t help myself from ruining it just because I find it too cheesy. There isn’t a narrator that can explain to me what on the earth is happening whenever I lost track or miss an episode in my life. There aren’t recaps, no encore telecasts. When I reminisce, the flashbacks aren’t as accurate or vivid, and my everyday life isn’t as eventful or dramatic as Keeping Up with the Kardashians—which, just to be clear, I DON’T really watch… Well, there’s just couple of times, I guess? Anyway, as I was saying, my life isn’t as awe-inspiring as the chick-flicks and drama series. I don’t even think that I look half as good as my favorite character. Duh. Belo didn’t even have the chance to touch my skin. (Wow. That just sound so bitchy) but the thing is, life don’t have to be always incredibly awesome. It doesn’t always feel relatable to other people. Emotions aren’t well rehearsed; the lines aren’t well fabricated and memorized; the dialogues don’t always sound witty; Monologues in an empty room often sounds creepy; I’m the only one hearing those thoughts in my head; and even if the people I talk to don’t follow the script I plan in my head, the camera won’t stop rolling even how often or how loud I say “CUT! DAMMIT! I SAID CUUUUT YOU FREAKING @&^*$!!!”

In the real version of my life, my body is actually made up of bones, muscles and billions of cells and not titanium, springs, soft cushion and all other stuffs. I don’t think I would survive a twenty storey fall just because I slid down a very long red fabric that magically appears out of nowhere or because I accidentally grabbed a rope midair and rappel my way down and where window-smashing won’t hurt my skin. I’m a definitely destructible creature. I bleed easily, way too easy, I must say. My clothes actually get dirty after I roll in mud-spattered road and they don’t magically dry up after two minutes of walking. Plus, I’m not as stupidly brave as those people in horror movies who walks straight to the kitchen when they hear strange noises without even caring to turn on the lights. What? Do they have some sort of night vision? I see my life in a first person point of view, which is of course a very subjective way in looking in life. There aren’t special effects; no editing, no take two’s or director’s cut. There isn’t this overwhelming sequence of events that leads to the climax.

But the good thing is that after that climax, we get to see what happens next, the awkwardness, awesomeness and all that. It doesn’t just automatically flash to the next scene. Life is spontaneous; there isn’t always a well structured plot. And if there is, we always have an option not to follow it. That is why real life is fun. We get to enjoy, suffer and feel every bit of it. We are our own director, playwright, cast and crew. It is unremitting. We don’t always have to cut it short for a matter of two hours of entertainment. Movies are just second rate trying hard copycat versions of the real life situations. Life cannot be pirated or downloaded in .avi or .mp4 format. And the best thing is: Life is always seen in HD and is way better than digital 3D.