It's not a matter of choice, it's a matter of personality

Milan 2022-04-19 09:01:44

I really can't see what's wrong with Lisa. Maybe it was Susanna's candidness that woke her up. Maybe she lacked the courage to "face herself", but in fact, she has always been herself! She is jealous of them who are discharged from the hospital, and she is reluctant to leave Susanna, although everyone seems to think that it is obvious that Lisa's choice can immediately change her situation, but it is too difficult for her, Lisa understands the world as well as Susanna It's a hypocritical society that's stupid. The problem is that she can't endure everything and face it after knowing the truth. It seems to be a matter of choice, but it's actually a fate.

These are the two choices made by two personalities. No choice is better. Each bears his own choice. Don’t tell others what to do from your own perspective. Good intentions may be hurt for different personalities.

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Girl, Interrupted quotes

  • Daisy: You're just jealous, Lisa... because I got better... because I was released... because I have a chance... at a life.

    Lisa: They didn't release you 'cause you're better, Daisy, they just gave up. You call this a life, hmm? Taking Daddy's money, buying your dollies and your knick-knacks. And eating his fucking chicken, fattening up like a prize fucking heifer? You changed the scenery, but not the fucking situation - and the warden makes house calls. And everybody knows. Everybody knows. That he fucks you. What they don't know... is that you like it. Hmm? You like it.

    Susanna: [to Lisa] Shut the fuck up!

    Lisa: [to Susanna] Hey man, it's cool, it's okay. It's fine, it's fucking fine! A man is a dick is a man is a dick is a chicken... is a dad... a Valium, a speculum, whatever, whatever.

    [then turns to Daisy]

    Lisa: You like being Mrs. Randone. Probably all you've ever known.

    Daisy: Have fun in Florida.

    [she goes upstairs to her room]

  • Janet: I want my fucking clothes!

    Valerie: Then you'll have to eat something, won't you?

    Janet: [singing] Oh Lordy, pick a bale o' cotton / Oh Lordy, pick a bale o' hay / Gotta jump down spin around pick a bale o' cotton / Jump down spin around, pick a bale o' hay...

    Valerie: [to Susanna] She thinks that bothers me.