Been messing around in Photoshop again :) I should have been working but this seemed like much more fun!!
I recently watched the movie August: Osage County. I wanted to share a bit about a portion of it that really rather disturbed me. I have an array of different kinds of people on my social media avenues so I will not say “you should go see this movie”. It was an excellent film, though. Everything was spot on as far as actors, story line and cinematography. I do know however, there are some that would frown on the language and such.
I was in the mood for a movie, went to the theatre, checked out times and trailers and decided on this one. I apparently have been living under a rock because I had never heard of it. After investigation I discovered it is based on a Pultzer winning play by Tracy Letts, from Tulsa, who took his mother, Billie Lett’s book and adapted it into the play. It was good. So good, I was crying, laughing, crying, laughing and in shock, shock, shock.
Meryl Streep does a smash bang job, as always, portrayed as one of the most tragic, nasty, and pitiful mother’s I’ve seen. Julia Roberts is the eldest daughter who moved away years ago with her husband for a better opportunity in Colorado. Her middle sibling is a quiet peace keeper who stayed in the area near her parents. The youngest lives a seemingly wild life in Florida and hardly talks to anyone. Family tragedy strikes bringing them all back together for a few wild days of unrelenting bitterness and finger pointing. There are other family members mixed in bringing their share of family secrets and disappointments to keep you on the edge of your seat. Overall, it was a raw, true to life movie. Each element could be a part of someone’s true story
The appalling part for me really, was all the word slinging that ensued. They were straight speed balling some of the worst things down the throats of their own flesh and blood. This had me in tears more than anything. There was a speech by one of the men towards the end of the movie and I just broke. He was scolding his wife for the harsh words their son had received his whole life from her. He recalled they had been married for some-odd years, wonderful years he would never trade, but if she said one more word about their son they would not make it to their next year. I broke down because of everything that had already been said up until that point. It was so much to bear. And I only had to bear it for maybe, 2 hours.
How does this happen every day, relentlessly??
I must explain why I consider this serious enough to push me into blogging about it. I haven’t written anything in a while, mostly because it’s far too easy for me to find other things to do. With words I feel the need to stand on a soap box every now and again. I have my brother, Michael to thank for this, as well as my parents and just observing people my whole life – but mostly my brother. Anyone who knows my brother knows he is one of the most kind and loving individuals you will know in real life. Our mom taught us patience, love, grace, and both of our parents taught us that everyone is important. Everyone deserves love.
Michael and I never really fought. We liked each other. And all the other kids did not approve. They thought that was crazy, so sometimes we’d play fight just to be “normal kids”. Of course we had our differences and arguments. A lot of times I had so much I wanted to say to him, but I knew that saying them would hurt him and hurting my brother always hurt me more. When I did lash back I would cry because I was ashamed of my decision to not use the strength I had to hold my tongue. I know he felt the same when he would lose his temper with me. Again, Mike and I liked each other so it was rare when those times happened, but it trained me to stop and reevaluate – and what I figured out, was nothing was every really worth the consequences.
Words are hard to get over. Words don’t go away. Once they are out, they’re out for life. At this very moment I could think of things that were said to or about me growing up because they don’t go away. I just get all worked up when I hear things said to people in irresponsible, unrespectful ways. Can’t we all just zip our lips? I am speaking to myself as well. I hate that I am a hypocrite when it comes to this but it’s true. I have said too much before and I can probably recall those as some of my worst times.
May I just take this opportunity to say I’M SORRY. I’m sorry for the things that have been said to you either in anger, hurt, jest, or just not realizing they went too far. I’m sorry you have to deal with those words through your whole life. Can I also encourage you to take a breath between your sentences? To think into the future? Tomorrow, will I be as angry as I am now? Would I dare say it tomorrow? Think of the good times. Is it worth cutting away, one by one, the threads that hold that relationship together? How would you feel if someone said that exact same thing to you?
Words. Shape. People. They shaped you. They shaped me. Good and bad. I’ve prayed bad ones off my life and I pray for those who don’t know they have the power to do so themselves.
Your soft warm heart: don’t let it get cold. No matter what! You and God know you so much better than any of us do. You know what you’re all about. You know what you’re capable of. You can accomplish what you’ve set out to do because you’re intelligent, full of life, valuable, important and crucial to this world. Please don’t ever feel like the world doesn’t need you. You can touch lives with your smile. Your helping hands make a difference. Don’t go anywhere – stick with it. You’re on the right track. Don’t stand still. Keep moving. Never give up, never surrender (Name that movie).
I would not be friends with you on any social site if I didn’t think you were worth it all. I know I am the worst at keeping up with everyone, but please know I have a big heart for you. Wrap your arms around yourself and pretend it’s me!
Now, go say something nice to someone.