1. arvindfozdar-deactivated2023011:

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    I’m thinking of ending things …

    “What?”

    … Nothing.

    I was thinking of ending things, too. I ended things. I knew it … It was all going to end because you were thinking of ending things. So, I had to end things!



    A psychological horror or drama—I’m Thinking Of Ending Things—by Iain Reid is what we can call a work of art with calculated grotesque touches.

    The best thing about this novel I came to know at the end is that the characters were all a work of fiction of the boyfriend of what looks like to be the main character. “I Was Thinking Of Ending Things” portrays a story of a man who has some psychological issues. It’s at the end we know the true meaning behind the thinking: I’m Thinking Of Ending Things. It’s all at the end that the reader realises that he/she has been following a trail of suicide. It’s a window to a complex mind where an instinctively dicey person, out of its instinctual behavioural pattern, has everything figured out on how he is going to end his own life —which is kind of paradoxical if we think about it—because he is fed up of his own self and his own psychological issues. It’s not the character that we follow and feel connected with, it’s the staged story by the main character that we all fall a trap to and see things ending abruptly.

    He(?) She(?) Ends things in a very gruesome way and we all just stand there like a meek. And it becomes more sad than you want it to be.

  2. kevrocksicehouse:

    I’m Thinking of Ending Things. D: Charlie Kaufman (2020). Netflix

    Like Charlie Kaufman’s previous films, Synecdoche, New York and Anamolisa , I’m Thinking of Ending Things, is about the inevitability of decay and death, the impossibility of human connection and the impotence of culture as anything but a smoke screen for meaninglessness. It doesn’t necessarily mean to bring up how fresh and audacious ideas can devolve into moldy figs, but the point is made anyway. As in the novel by Iain Reid, the movie starts with a long car ride taken by Jake (Jesse Plemons) and his fiancée (Jessie Buckley) who Reid called “young woman” but is referred to as Lucy, Louisa, Lucia and Ames, to visit his parents on their farm during a snowfall. The trip up is a beautifully paced segment in which the highly educated couple make small talk about literature and recite poems to each other while she keeps up an internal monologue about the tentativeness of their relationship (and repeated use of the title phrase). When they meet the parents (Toni Colette and David Thewliss, depicted as middle-class gargoyles) it becomes the kind of squirmfest that indie family dramas have dined out on for what seems like centuries. Then it gets weird.

    Weirdly predictable that is. As the evening progresses, “young woman” experiences a degree of heightened déjà vu – that childhood picture of Jake looks like her, an old poem of his matches one she was reciting in the car all while the parents seem to age into dementia and worse. The movie starts to fast-forward into the kind of speeded-up slide into decay that Darren Aronofsky tried in “MOTHER!” (It’s not as egocentrically obvious only because really, what could be?) and point’s to a conclusion which could have anchored an interesting psychological ghost story. But in Kaufman’s hands just doubles down on what’s becoming a tiresome obsession with his own alienation expressed in a self-loathing that means to turn itself into self-congratulation. Literally. The movie ends with Hank stepping onto a high school play for a dramatization accepting a Nobel Prize and while it is certainly meant to be an “ironic” joke, it falls flat because it’s too easy to see through the irony. I bet the self-hating egoist thinks he deserves one.

  3. evoluant:

    I think “Lucy” is less about Jake wishing he had gone for her number and more abt her being an example of the choices Jake could’ve made that could’ve given him a happy or at least different ending. Throughout the film she keeps morphing into these different versions of herself to satisfy Jake’s fantasy of a dream girl but it doesn’t change the fact that it ends in what he would believe is a breakup. Hence why it starts from “her” perspective and the viewer is led to believe that the movie is abt her secretly wanting to leave him. In the looping staircase scene the audience hears “Lucy” thinking about how Jake needs to be seen and validated by her to feel good about himself but in the end he never actually got her number probably because he never felt worthy of that kind of love in the first place. So he never even tried and ends up not living the life he truly wanted for himself

  4. blush-and-books:

    The way that Charlie Kaufman managed to put the experience of running a fantasy in your head and having to replay it multiple times to get the “take” you want into the film i’m thinking of ending things is unimaginable and a miracle give this man his oscar now

  5. colorlessdelus:

    Other animals live in the present.

    Humans cannot,

    so they invented hope.

  6. Annotations on Iain Reid’s “I’m Thinking of Ending Things”

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    This book was quite a ride (for everyone involved)! As I read it I took note of certain things, and have typed them out for you all to read. Let me know if you thought of something similar while reading this book, or if you have questions, and especially if you disagree with me on some point; I love discussing books, and would be more than happy to do that, especially with this book, which was so engrossing.

    I should start off with what I made of the book. I understand that there are several schools of thought regarding what actually happened in this book, and for my annotations to make sense, you need to know my views on things. Obviously, there will be spoilers ahead, so if you haven’t read this book, go do so!

    So, here’s my take: Jake and The Girlfriend (TG) are going on a road trip to Jake’s parent’s house. TG reflects on the car ride over that she is thinking of breaking up with Jake (hence, “I’m Thinking of Ending Things”), because she feels like they aren’t connecting in the ways a couple should- but she hasn’t quite made up her mind. When they get to his parent’s house, which is a farmhouse, TG immediately feels like something is off. She finds framed photos of herself as a child in the house, when she goes to the bathroom her slippers move on their own, and Jake’s parents give her the creeps (and just aren’t good at dinner table small-talk). After Jake and TG depart, they stop at a Dairy Queen for frozen lemonade, where they are greeted by 3 very unusual servers. After that, they go to an abandoned school to throw away the cups, in which they are ultimately trapped in and separated by a creepy custodian. The custodian chases TG and Jake around the school for hours, until TG finds herself in the janitor’s closet waiting for him. This is the point where all the pronouns are mushed together, and we readers find out that Jake and TG are the same person. Then the custodian finds them/him in the closet, and merges his consciousness with theirs (because he is also Jake and TG) slowly kills all of them with a wire hanger, committing suicide and “ending things.”

    Now, I think that every character in this book was manifested by the janitor (who I’m assuming is named Jake), and is a side of the janitor himself. Not just the 3 in the closet at the end. I think that Jake has a severe multiple personality disorder, and became suicidal, so he made up a whole trip to his parent’s house and  place of work in order to rationalize killing himself. I think that while he was at work at the school, Jake mentally drove himself and his imaginary girlfriend to his dead parent’s farm, and then took himself on a trip down memory lane by exploring his room, the farm, and the basement, but through TG’s eyes. He then left and drove to Dairy Queen, where he got some drinks for himself and TG. Then he mentally drove to his school to throw away the cups, which was his way of explaining why Jake stopped at the school, which would eventually lead to his and the janitor’s death, which was the goal. But physically, I think Jake/the janitor was at the school the entire time.

    The book vaguely clarifies that TG was never a girlfriend of the janitor Jake, but was instead a girl he met in a bar many years ago and then became obsessed with. I believe that that is true. That would explain her namelessness (Jake never got her name in the bar), and her presence in the imaginary car ride. But I think that the only part of TG that was borrowed from her real life person was her looks; I think Jake made up his own personality for her that would satisfy his suicidal fantasy, and actually made her the manifestation of his suicidal thoughts, which is why she was the one “thinking of ending things.”

    Now that we’ve covered my basic opinions, let’s get to the annotations:

    1. The most obvious: the nosebleed in the bathroom. Though I am a complete novice to the horror genre, do nosebleeds ever signify something good for the characters? It seems like nosebleeds are a common omen of things going downhill. This particular nosebleed reminded me of one in the Netflix show, The OA (stellar show by the way. I highly recommend it). In the show, the main character gets nosebleeds as a form of premonition, and after not getting one in years, finds herself with a nosebleed as a warning of impending danger (I won’t spoil what it is, but I sincerely hope you watch the show and find out).

    2. Twos. Twos are all over this book, it seems: Jake+the girlfriend, the dead lambs, the dead pigs, the parents, the number of cars on the road is never more than two, the original servers at DQ were only 2, two lemonades at DQ, the number of cars at the school (supposedly. Jake and the janitor drove the same car, so there was really only one car, but TG saw two… It’s really just a confusing worm hole there), and my copy of the book has the sentence “I’m thinking of ending things” written twice. I think twos play an important role in the book. Possibly because threes represent balance in literature, so by nature twos would represent being unbalanced and unstable (and the whole point of the book was to feel ‘unbalanced’ or ‘uneasy’)

    3. The “police lineup” comment from the girlfriend, when she was saying she could pick Jake out of a police lineup based on his walk. What a weird thing to say! Why did she automatically place Jake in a police lineup as a place she’d have to identify him? Why not a grocery store, or a fair, or a parade? Or literally anything other than a police lineup? (This thought gets even more confusing when you take on the fact that Jake and the girlfriend are the same person, which leads to the question: why would Jake need to pick himself out of a police lineup? For all the indecision throughout the book about whether TG made up her mind to end things or not, I think the janitor already made the choice to do it, and was unconsciously placing himself in a police lineup because he felt like he was also killing his other personalities, which would be murder.)

    4. The waving man outside the girlfriend’s window was Jake. Maybe he became so obsessed with her that he stood outside her window, and then narrated that experience from her point of view in his subconsciousness? This idea is made more plausible because at the window of the school, the janitor does the exact same thing (stands at a window, stares, waves, then leaves) and we know the janitor is Jake. So the probability that Jake was stalking the girlfriend goes up significantly.  

    5. Rashes. It is mentioned in one of the italicized interviews that the body was found in the closet with rashes on his arms and neck, and from then on there were 2 (another instance of twos!) instances of rashes (that I could find). The first was the 3rd server in the Dairy Queen, the one that told the girlfriend that she was worried, who had rashes on her arm. The 2nd was as a metaphor for fear (“Untreated, it will only fester. Fear is a rash” pg 186). So, then, is the 3rd Dairy Queen waitress an embodiment of the fear that Jake feels? It seems like it, given that she was 'worried’, and seemed timid and uneasy, and had a rash, which symbolizes fear.  

  7. creatingnikki:

    Dear the next person I fall in love with,

    I hope you fall in love with me too.  

    Why are we taking so long to meet? It’s okay though, I’m working on myself so I don’t burden you with my insecurities when we do. I won’t expect you to rid me of my past pain and neither will I put the pressure of being ‘the one’ on you. That’s not what I want in the least. I don’t want to know about the women you’ve loved before either. I won’t interrogate you on your past that way. But if you think I will let go of seeing your baby pictures, hearing all about your embarrassing teen phases and the kind of student you were, you are in for disappointment. 

    I do have a lot of issues, I won’t lie. I keep shifting between polar ideas and feelings so frequently that you will think I’m lying…I don’t know anything myself either. I’m not lying…just figuring it all out. But when I tell you that I love you…that won’t be a question mark or a confusion. That will be the truth of my heart. I’ll be expressive and honest and that’s one thing I’ll ask of you too. 

    I can’t promise you that I won’t write about you because in all probability I will (I already am!) but I sincerely hope it’s about our love and not our goodbye and the pain in its wake. I understand if we will have to part ways and if we change as people, but let’s love truly while we’re together. 

    Was that too much of a serious note to begin on? I will spiral into such talks. That’s just who I am. I hope you can have such conversations with me without thinking I’m ‘too much’ because I may be but that’s what I want out of life as well. I won’t settle anymore for too little.

    But the little things I would want to regularly do with you are eat a lot of our favourite food and go on long walks and talk for hours. 

    I don’t have varied interests and I literally know nothing about sports, cars, politics, action movies or mystery novels but if you’re into any of these things, I’ll be open to trying them once more with you. 

    As you can see, I haven’t tried many things in life and while I won’t wait around for you to do them, I’d love to strike some of them off with you.

    I don’t want you to buy me fancy things but if you notice my favourite authors and buy me books accordingly, I’ll feel loved. Not because of the books itself but because that would mean you see the little things and care enough to add to their treasure. 

    I won’t ask you for your passwords or demand to ever see your texts but I will convince you to watch kdramas with me, so be prepared. 

    I will click too many pictures together and write you long letters in my weird handwriting and make too many perfect hearts around your name…in those ways I’ll be immature. But I won’t reply with ‘k’ when I’m mad or wait double the time you took to reply to texts or lie about how I feel because that’s petty and that’s not me.

    In the interest of honesty and expression…

    I’ve never had anyone love me as much as I’ve loved them or in the same way…I have always been the more loving one. But this time equal affection has to be because I think that’s the only way I can fall in love again. 

    I do have a list because everyone does of the kind of person they want to be with but I already know none of the points on them will matter when I meet you. 

    As long as you’re kind and genuine…

    I’ll fall in love with you as you are. 

    I know I’m going to show you this letter once we’re together and be totally embarrassed when you’re done reading. 

    So hence it’s not cheesy and neither is it specific because I don’t want to fill in blanks before we even meet. 

    Just know…I’ll be your friend, your lover, your comrade. 

    All my love

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  9. speechless–poet:

    “I can’t pretend that I am not two inches away from the line that we’ve drawn in the sand, and it would be so easy for me to just move my foot a small bit forward, close my eyes, and walk across the line. But I’m trying to stand back and pull myself away from the edge, because I know that line means cuts and tears and loss and death, and I know that line represents everything I want to run away from, while also being everything I want to embrace. And you are making this worse. Cause I had managed to ignore the proximity of all the sharp things in my home, until just recently, when I realized that once you decide to hate me, those sharp things will become my boyfriend and maybe I will sleep with them at night and wake up to them caressing my wrists and hands and maybe I will let the sharp things grab my neck to pull me in just to fill my mouth with prescription pills and it’s like a rollercoaster ride just waiting for it to start has so many evil thoughts racing through my mind can’t we just get this over with? can’t you just hate me already? can’t you just leave me before i get too close, and it hurts too much? do you really understand? because I have asthma and my crappy lungs don’t quite work like they should and my heart is no different so when i start to worry too much and i can feel the life drain from my fingertips when i just think about how easy it would be for you to just break me. but I need you to be the oxygen in my chest and can you please try to understand what hell is like and that I have walked through fire enough that I have become the flames I spent so many months worrying that my own sharp edges might cut you that I didn’t realize I had handed you the very broken glass you needed to make me relapse I was so concerned for your well being so worried about being the best human being so overly concerned with changing myself making myself kinder and softer and sweeter so I wouldn’t cut you open like a surgeon that I wasn’t paying attention when you stole my heart I was looking the other direction when you filled my lungs I just didn’t realize how much love you had gotten from me until I looked into your eyes the other day and I felt something I’ve never felt before and I realized that if I lost you I would be loosing my reason to live my reason to be if you got up and walked away it would be so easy so simple for you because I am no more than just a fractured girl you’ve taken under your wing for a short while I am nothing to you just cotton candy at the summer fair good for awhile, but forgotten by the morning I am nothing to you but you are everything to me it would be so easy too easy for you to just leave me and move on forget the girl who gave you her all who wanted it to work out who wanted it to all be okay who just needed you to say that you would stay forget us forget there ever was an us and five, ten, fifteen, years from now when your wife asks you what the name of your first girlfriend was you will tell her you don’t remember but that’s okay, because she wasn’t important to you anyways but five, ten, fifteen years from now when my mom visits my gravestone all she will think about is the boy who pushed me off the bridge filled my mouth with deadly poison let me fall only to forget to catch me and she will remember your name and I will die with it written in the cuts on my arms I will die with it scratched upon the marks on my chest where you forgot to be my inhaler you forgot to give me cpr you forgot that I am only mortal and you, this god of perfection, able to move forward without pause in your steps while I shake with the work of standing up or taking a breath you look upon me and see no more than a useless bird just asking to be fed and because it’s fun to have a pet you’ll keep me around for awhile give me some food let me curl up beside you but then when it looses it’s fun because that pet starts asking for love that bird starts singing you songs and giving you parts of her clipping her own wings just to shower you with the only present she can afford you will kill the bird because it’s not enjoyable to have something that cares about you when you couldn’t care less about it I have become fire from the flames i walked through to get to you I am the hell i have lived in just so i could live long enough to be here but fire can be put out with just a dash of water or some dirt throw upon her and you are my hamartia my achilles heel the weakest point of an otherwise strong person you are the water, the soil thrown upon the heat all you have to do is break up with me.”

    — Speechless Poet

  10. everythings-reminding-me-of-you:

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  12. stckwll:

    Excerpt from ”Thank You” by Trista Mateer, in Honeybee

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  13. softandgentlemami:

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    sereinveil:

    our wisdom is stored in the trees 🌲🔮🍃

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