Following the death of her mother and a series of self-inflicted setbacks, young Ingrid Thorburn escapes a humdrum existence by moving out West to befriend her Instagram obsession, a Los Angeles socialite named Taylor Sloane. After a quick bond is forged between these unlikeliest of buddies, the facade begins to crack in both women's lives -- with comically malicious results.
Okay, here’s what i think about the movie:
Most of us want to be surrounded by cool people, someone who can literally could just boost our energy (if you’re not like most of us, then good for you)
I kinda see myself in Ingrid irl (not even trying). hmm I may not be as socially awkward as she is but yep, there are times where i could spend the whole day just going through someone else’s posts (ikr such a creep but meh, that’s how i learn about people whom i don’t get to interact with very well in person). The part where Ingrid tries what Taylor likes is very #relatable for me. idk maybe because i think there’s a 50% chance of me enjoying the things that they enjoy and we can somehow be friends afterwards; ding ding ding ding yep I don’t have much friends, well I have three and for the last semester the three of us we’re kind of distant to each other because of school works. That leads to the part where i search for friends that won’t be as complicated to be friends with, someone who’s in the same course as i am & someone that’s fun to be with. Trust me it’s not that easy, well for starters both of you must have a mutual relationship, & that relationship must be built on a strong foundation of trust, that’s why it sucks for Ingrid that she started as a psycho-ish stalker friend for Taylor, because she then has to put on lies on top of a lie and another and another until it goes on and on until it crumbles down like a jenga tower.
You see, our generation only sees what we want to see. We only accept facts that are in our favor to the point where we pretend to have the things we want to have, be with the people we want to be with, be at the places we want to be at, and be the person we want to be. THERE’S NOTHING WRONG TO THAT. Except that, we sometimes forget what we really have, who we really are with, where we really are, and who we really are; that leads to a huge confusion of WHY WE REALLY ARE HERE IN THIS WORLD.
Here are the exact words from Ingrid’s #iamingrid suicidal video :
“Hey guys! It’s me, Ingrid. I’ve never done this before but I didn’t have anyone else to talk to so I figured, why not. I just wanted to tell you guys that.. basically everything I’ve posted in the last couple of months is a total lie. I haven’t been living, some like, glamorous life in L.A. I’m just... a loser. I’m pathetic. And I know there’s something wrong with me, but I don’t know how to fix it, and I don’t know how to change. And I just.. I don’t think I can change. So maybe I’m just... maybe this is just who I am. & maybe I’m just tired of trying to make people like me, and I’m tired of pretending like, someone I’m not, I’m tired of being alone, And I’m just... just tired of being me so, I just... feel like if you don’t have anyone to share anything with, then what’s the point of living? Yeah so I guess, I’m just making this video so you can see the real me. At least once. So here I am. x”
That suicidal video, though it’s from a movie, really struck me. Well you know how prominent or relevant suicidal is to our generation, and that part of the movie, left me curious with how many in real life are in this situation?
How many of us have been hiding in our pretentious posts in our instagram accounts, how many of us have been feeling like a loser/ pathetic after posting a #nofilter picture but honestly had gone through 3-4 apps just to achieve that “no-filter” look to it? I’m guilty of these, I get soooo obsessed on how many followers/likes/shares/views I get online to the point where I’m willing to edit my appearance online. & at the end of the day, after garnering a sufficient amount of likes to feed my ego, whilst staring at that perfect picture, I can’t help but to feel disgusted for wanting to be someone that isn’t me and disappointed that those people who liked the picture actually approved that this is how I’m supposed to look like. This is one of the things that is wrong about me, & it’s pretty simple to deal with, pfsh piece of cake, but if you have ton of them, you wouldn’t just know where to start the fixing.
But here’s the thing, we all have “defects”/flaws. Nope, no one, not even me, knows how to troubleshoot those defects in our system. Well I can tell you “Take heart, everything’ll be fine!” but what does that really mean? the heck do I know about this stuff if even I can’t figure my shit out? (Like this post, I have no idea where this is going) but let’s make a deal, let’s lay low from pretending, let’s cut every activities that only urges us to pretend to be someone we’re not. Cause babe, realization time: we won’t be happy in the long run after all these pretending. Someone(it doesn’t have to be an opp sex/ the two of you dont have to be in an intimate relationship) will love you for the real you, for how weird, tacky, annoying, loud, or other odd traits you may have. Look out for that someone, because once you had him/her you will never feel tired of being alone and won’t ever question the essence of living.
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