l pictured having all these qualities. Strong, positive qualities...that people could pick up on from across a room.
But as time passed ...few ever became any qualities l actually had.
And all the possibilities l faced, and the sorts of people l could be...all of them got reduced every year to fewer and fewer...
until finally they got reduced to one...to who l am.
And that's who l am...the weatherman.
I think no matter what the movie is, as long as I see Nicolas Cage as the protagonist, I'll just sit and watch and clap.
I AM A WEATHER MAN.
Stand in front of the curtain and pretend that there are all kinds of small colored icons behind you to tell you whether it will be sunny or rainy tomorrow, and pretend that you can predict the wind direction and avoid the dry thunder that strikes on a sunny day.
The desire to live a life full of passion, the desire to meet the father's expectations, the desire for the children to surround themselves and look at them with as much reverence as they used to look at their fathers. I keep asking myself, where did I go wrong? Why is my son harassed by a drug counselor for smoking marijuana, and why is my daughter called a camel toe for being overweight too early? Who has the right to have no degree in meteorology, but can smile all day and pretend to tell others that the temperature difference between morning and evening will exceed 18 degrees Fahrenheit tomorrow?
Hold an early funeral, sit among the guests by yourself, next to your loved one, and look around to imagine what the day will actually be like. It's been snowing all winter outside. The influence parents have on their children is profound. Working hard all the way to the end, learning to lie, learn to complain, learn to intrigue, and maintain a pure heart, this is not a problem that anyone can do. How can you still cry out in front of your father at the age of forty?
KIDS,THIS IS THE SHIT LIFE.
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