I feel like this is a great place to shit on my life. Depression needs an outlet, happiness doesn’t. But I’m forcing myself not to. While I have had a less than stellar passed seven months, I refuse to give in to this. I refuse to be devoured by the shortcomings that my life has chosen to offer me recently. I got half that sentence from a lyric, in a song that I don’t know the name of but so happen to be listening to. I digress. Once you’re in a hole, you’re in a fucking hole. Deal with it. I hate hearing other people bitch so I’m not going to. That glass looks half full to me. Or at least that’s how I tell it.
Hear about the lady that had her face transplanted? Yeah, yeah, yeah. They did this in France like, three years ago. But here in Cleveland or some city that I don’t care about in the middle of the country, they did it for the first time in the States. Can you imagine being so unhappy with yourself that you take on the decision to look like someone else for the rest of your life? And not just someone else, someone else’s wife, daughter, mother, etc. What if they chose a donor that lived by you. And that family just so happens to be taking a walk through the park when you’re taking the dog for a walk. That would freak me the fuck out. Probably doesn’t happen like that but still, a lot of people are thinking that. Now when you sign your driver’s license to donate organs…does it include your face?! I’m so intrigued but disgusted at the same time. Blood makes me woozy.
The physical implications of doing such a thing are so life-threatening I just don’t get it. The physical therapy you’re going to have to go through. The permanent nerve damage. How would it feel to kiss someone? Could you even feel it? So you got mauled by a dog. Yeah, people judge but fuck them. I know that’s easier said than done but really. I’m sure after a few months or years for the sensitive types, you would grow a thicker skin. What if your body rejects your new face? I would think a procedure like this is pretty irreversible. New face or die a horrific death and literally, not in your own skin..or caused by your own skin. I’m sure these surgeons are skilled enough to make them look like themselves so that isn’t really what gets me. Why put your life on the line for something as subjective as a good looking face? Ah, western ideals of beauty. They get me every time. What a hoot.
Of course who am I to talk? Old people think I’m pretty. I got it made. Ballin’!
Wouldn’t it be so much more interesting if it was more like Face/Off? Getting not just skin but like, a whole different head? It would also be crazy cool if they only used this type of surgery to infiltrate dangerous crime rings. They had to do a skull transplant or something because Travolta’s head is roughly the size of the DeathStar and wouldn’t the people around Nic Cage realize that his head ballooned to an astounding size? Wouldn’t they ask questions like, “You okay, man? You look a little…swollen in the head parts”. I’m assuming they’re fucking morons that would say things like “head parts”. It was a stupid movie.
I love when movies become reality! December 17, 2008
Tags: face transplant, face/off
I feel like this is a great place to shit on my life. Depression needs an outlet, happiness doesn’t. But I’m forcing myself not to. While I have had a less than stellar passed seven months, I refuse to give in to this. I refuse to be devoured by the shortcomings that my life has chosen to offer me recently. I got half that sentence from a lyric, in a song that I don’t know the name of but so happen to be listening to. I digress. Once you’re in a hole, you’re in a fucking hole. Deal with it. I hate hearing other people bitch so I’m not going to. That glass looks half full to me. Or at least that’s how I tell it.
Hear about the lady that had her face transplanted? Yeah, yeah, yeah. They did this in France like, three years ago. But here in Cleveland or some city that I don’t care about in the middle of the country, they did it for the first time in the States. Can you imagine being so unhappy with yourself that you take on the decision to look like someone else for the rest of your life? And not just someone else, someone else’s wife, daughter, mother, etc. What if they chose a donor that lived by you. And that family just so happens to be taking a walk through the park when you’re taking the dog for a walk. That would freak me the fuck out. Probably doesn’t happen like that but still, a lot of people are thinking that. Now when you sign your driver’s license to donate organs…does it include your face?! I’m so intrigued but disgusted at the same time. Blood makes me woozy.
The physical implications of doing such a thing are so life-threatening I just don’t get it. The physical therapy you’re going to have to go through. The permanent nerve damage. How would it feel to kiss someone? Could you even feel it? So you got mauled by a dog. Yeah, people judge but fuck them. I know that’s easier said than done but really. I’m sure after a few months or years for the sensitive types, you would grow a thicker skin. What if your body rejects your new face? I would think a procedure like this is pretty irreversible. New face or die a horrific death and literally, not in your own skin..or caused by your own skin. I’m sure these surgeons are skilled enough to make them look like themselves so that isn’t really what gets me. Why put your life on the line for something as subjective as a good looking face? Ah, western ideals of beauty. They get me every time. What a hoot.
Of course who am I to talk? Old people think I’m pretty. I got it made. Ballin’!
Wouldn’t it be so much more interesting if it was more like Face/Off? Getting not just skin but like, a whole different head? It would also be crazy cool if they only used this type of surgery to infiltrate dangerous crime rings. They had to do a skull transplant or something because Travolta’s head is roughly the size of the DeathStar and wouldn’t the people around Nic Cage realize that his head ballooned to an astounding size? Wouldn’t they ask questions like, “You okay, man? You look a little…swollen in the head parts”. I’m assuming they’re fucking morons that would say things like “head parts”. It was a stupid movie.