How is no one else insane about mark watney. That mf lives rent free in my head.
Imagine you go on a super cool space mission to a different planet and you're supposed to be there for 30 sols with your crew who are also your friends and family only to get fucking stranded 6 sols in. The crew is gone, you have no way of communicating with anyone, no way of telling anyone you're alive, and there's almost no way you'll live. Even if you do live right now, you will die on mars. If it's not an important piece of equipment breaking that's gonna kill you, it's gonna be the lack of food that gets you eventually.
Then the potatoes! Pathfinder! Stuff is looking up!
But at every turn, everything just keeps going wrong. Humans cannot live on this planet, and everything keeps trying to kill you.
Neither the book nor the movie really focus on the mental health aspect of the loneliness, but Jesus fucking Christ can you imagine how fucked up mark must have been after this whole thing?
He lived in a state of constant stress and anxiety, his whole fucking stay on Mars was basically a near death experience that lasted for a year and a half, the only contact he got was information passed back and forth with NASA that took several minutes to fucking reach the other planet. Then even that lackluster human contact he had was cut off when the Pathfinder broke- like I cannot imagine just how much something like this would fuck someone up.
How is no one insane about this guy I'm losing my MIND any time I think about him.
