#oops crying again

I don’t know how I’m going to pass this class. I don’t know how I’m going to be motivated to study and learn this material when I’m publicly mocked by the professor. I don’t know how to do this and support my theater company and lead a board and do my job and get my shit together for my clients oh and also diet and exercise so I can lose weight to not hate myself and not be a fucking embarrassment to my parents and try and date so I can keep my whole family from worrying about me.

So, amazing film is amazing. Pacific Rim is beautiful to look at, the Jaegers are drool-worthy in their detail, the kaiju just keep getting better and better (and have tentacles!). The characters are subtle and nuanced and flawed and as likely to frustrate as they are to be woobiefied. The writing is minimal but strong because this is more about monsters and mechs and all the things that we are never going to be prepared for until they occur.

The theme that—to survive as a species, we have to learn to work together and take care of each other—doesn’t manage to be overwhelmed by any intentional or unintentional Imperialism.

As Marshall Stacker Pentacost reminds us, “Today—at the edge of hope, at the end of our time—we have chosen to believe in each other. Today, we face the monsters that are at our door. Today, we are cancelling the Apocalypse.”

I’m always here for you, hun.

Things will work out.

Please stop hurting yourself.

Don’t let him define your worth.

You will be okay.

You will make it.

You will be loved.

And most of the time, you will love yourself too.