Category: I’m Just Saying

Big Fish

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I recently watched the movie Big Fish with Ewan McGregor and Jessica Lange. A Tim Burton film and of course because it’s a Tim Burton film his wife Helena Bonham Carter also plays a role in this beautiful fantastical adventure of a movie. Up to now, and I could be wrong, but she has acted in every movie Tim Burton has ever directed, so while watching it the second I saw her I knew it was his movie… How’s that for dedication of a love story?

On that note Johnny Depp also plays in most of his movies too and the Godfather to their kids… A bit of trivia but totally in love with Johnny Depp and always been a fan of the eccentric Helena Bonham Carter.

Big Fish was such a wonderful story of love, adventure and, for me, perception of life seen through the eyes of a man with such an imaginative mind that after watching it the grass in my backyard looked just a little greener and the sky a little bluer.

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It made me think that it’s not that we sometimes live with rose coloured glasses but rather it’s just better for our peace of mind. Reality is scary and if we expected to live in our actual reality I can’t honestly expect human kind to grow or create or innovate. We wouldn’t be able to move forward through life because we would be stuck knowing there isn’t a possible way forward with an outlook and future dreary.

Yes, it’s a stretch but after watching this movie you understand.

Ewan McGregor plays the main role and a storyteller of note, that when he falls ill near to death his son who married and with child on the way, questions his dad to tell him the truth of his life. The magnitude of his stories left doubt in his son’s mind and couldn’t accept that any of it was true. He felt embarrassed to hear the stories and thought everyone felt that way too, but couldn’t accept it was only him feeling that way. His insecurities too big to not accept the magical tales.

What actually happens is that every story he told was true he just added a bit of sparkles to, I Guess, make it more interesting to tell but it honestly was how this man saw life.

As he lived life and as he grew older those rose-tinted glasses faded and he began to see life for what it was. So instead of falling into that reality he changed it, renovated it and turned it into his rose-tinted world.

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I do believe that he has the secret and it’s not the end of the world to embellish a dull story just a little. Or maybe changing our perspective and seeing and living our moments sprinkled with some sparkle then the story telling will be what it is as we lived and saw it through our sparkled eyes. There can be no room for lies but there could be a fine line of creating and living in a dream world, which could land us up in a mental institution.

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It’s all about balance and keeping us motivated and happy to get through each day.

Doesn’t that sound like exactly what we need?

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So why not live and enjoy your life with some added fairy dust.

XXX

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This piece has been in my drafts for a year now and decided to publish it, clearly at the time I was not playing well with others and wrote this.

Call me crazy, I will shake your hand and thank you…

Call me weird, I will invite you to a night of Clock Work Orange…

Call me dark or demented, I will let you visit my mind so you can see the demons play…

Call me a psychopath, I will greet you in Harley Quinn style “nice to meet ya”…

Call me twisted, I will invite you to ride the merry go round with me…

Call me whatever you want but I have been known to not react to being called Ice Queen, Heart of Stone, Fake, Heart Breaker, Liar, Unloyal, Heartless, Mentally Unstable, Trashy and a Tart. Oh, and I will introduce you to the people who made me this way.

The tears will dry and my heart will heal and for now I reserve the right to be one of the above at some point in my life when dealing with others. If you don’t like it or you feel I’m treating you in this manner, then you are obviously one of them and you’d better walk away.

Dealing with the devil and being played by the gamers can only show me how to play back and how to handle you. I have seen it all, heard all the lies and I decide when not to play.

There are the awesome others who have been through the same, hopefully not as many as me, lol. Your awesomeness will make you who you are and no one can take that from you.

Just be you, as I am being me…

XXX

I had an epiphany the other night, so crazy so lost in translation thinking about Chloé and Pigeons.

So as awesome, lovable and good natured Miss Chloé is, obedience is her fail point and trying to discipline her is like working on a project day in and out, blood sweat and tears only to find out at deadline moment the client decided on a different direction. All that time and energy and in the end completely futile… honesty was the best way to describe it.

Chloé is spoilt and, yes as mentioned through my blogs, has taken the role of my child, my only child as I don’t have kids of my own. I’m the parent of a four-legged fluff ball, who gets away with murder and rules the house… Miss Chloé…

So back to this particular night which was last week, sick with flu which has been doing its rounds at the office and at dying point. I don’t usually visit the doc unless its DEFCON 1, I also don’t take tablets for every little thing. This day was DEFCON 1 and meds were demanded.

I now know why I had to take the meds before bedtime , half an hour to be exact and feeling so sorry for myself I was not waiting another second and took the tablet around 5.

It then dawned upon me that Chloé is not disobedient or naughty, I really think she doesn’t understand human talk. The pigeons on our roof keep her well entertained and the only time she sits up right and silent on best behavior wining and moaning in reply back to the pigeons… call me crazy but to get Chloé to sit, then sit still, for half an hour is not even worth the effort. 5am the pigeons arrive and it’s a whole day affair of communicating. Even the Kiewiet in the park protecting its eggs when it senses danger near them, is the moment Chloé gets her lazy bum up, with such determination and vigour she rearranges the house on exit to investigate, almost repositioning the sliding door with security gate onto the boundary precast wall. It’s insane and not very humorous when a trip to the bathroom or drink of water ends up with bumps and bruises and a mouthful of profanities which only a bumped baby toe can produce.

It’s an occurrence we experience every night, that we now tuned in with Kiwiet bird so already in preparation to calm the madness down. Unfortunately, the pigeons are the worst and still cannot predict or get use to this 15kg border collie lunging from her bed in one quick swift jump up onto our beds, at full force and worst of all not just landing on the bed but always and without fail landing solidly on our legs or the painful nether regions. She doesn’t move until her chat with pigeons are done and only then jumps back into her bed and falls back into her doggy dream sleep like nothing’s happened. This can go on 3 to 4 times a night. My only sanity is believing this abrupt disturbance at random times is her being guard dog and bravely protecting us against the danger and carnage occurring on our thatch roof. The pigeon nightly shuffle. However, I have noticed that planes on the Red Eye route encourage the same chaotic reaction.

The dogs can bark, gates and or doors slam and she won’t move an inch. Let that Kiewiet bird run around screeching in alertness and Chloé takes notice.

Don’t even get me started when it’s thunder storms and lightning, there is absolutely no sleep. Chloé goes mental and have to ensure she doesn’t dash outside because she runs around the pool barking at the sky. Some music or TV and a whole lot of comforting Chloé is all we can do to keep her calm.

I know that you thinking are you mad in allowing it but like I said she is my child and admittedly takes huge advantage as it’s the only time Chloé lets you hold her… is that so demented? Lol

Back to the pigeons and Kiewiet birds and by now we realise these meds are definitely to blame for these insane thoughts with me trying to convince myself speaking pigeon just might get her attention to listen to me… and just maybe finally teach her obedience. lol

I’m just saying…

XXX