Today I spent the day by myself. When I left the house it was empty except for my pets, and when I came home it was empty too (again, except for my pets). It was like living alone, and in a way it is rather peaceful, being able to walk around doing whatever you want.

I bought three Shakespeare books and watched a movie called The Beaver. It’s a story about a man who suffers from depression, and how he used a stuffed beaver to help escape from all his negativity and communicate with other people. He got so used to the beaver that without it, he went back to being the tortured soul he was, and so the beaver never once left his hand. The beaver became such a close part of him, that it would be his and the beaver’s mouths moving together, but the beaver would be the one looking at whoever he was talking to. In the end, I think he was driven to a personality-split, and he tried to get rid of the beaver side of him, which resulted in him cutting off his left arm. Well of course, he was hospitalized and the movie ended with him gradually getting better.

I like and at the same time am a little fearful of these kind of movies. The kind of movies where they address a deeper aspect of issues that people face in their lives. It all comes down to one thing: who are we and where are we going in life? They’re not happy movies; they let you see a more truthful side of the lives that people live. The thing that I like about these movies is that each of these movies show a different perspective of life; there is always something new, and you think about what you absorbed. But the other part is that it makes you start reflecting your own life, and you wonder whether you’re truly happy or whether life is really worth living and stuff like that. 

I mean, it’s just really interesting you know. Life. And the human brain.
And that’s probably why I’m taking Psychology yo. Hahaha.