Pain
23 Sept 2024 - Palma de Mallorca
I think the reason so many of us have identified with the character of Wolverine over the years is pain. It was such a happy moment years ago to watch X-men Origins: Wolverine with my mother and to have her say "wow". I felt like, at least in that moment, she understood me. Wolverine is a loser. He was rejected, abused, and experimented upon. He rises to the hero in spite of that. We'd all like to think that whatever shit the universe throws at us we could react like Wolverine. His namesake species Gulo gulo defeats Grizzly Bears in a fight for food. But more than victory in the face of impossible odds Wolverine perseveres through pain. All too often he not only loses the most important people in his life, but he's lied to about why. I'd have liked to see Robin Williams play the character. It would have been a more fitting divorced dad than Mrs. Doubtfire. If I don't crossdress and save James Bond from choking then I can't see my kids? Snickety-snick. But Williams' Peter Pan is every father too. My own kids have gone far astray. Some of them won't even speak to me because of their mother's hatred. Those that do parrot her vitriol. There's an impossible standard I have not met so therefore I can be mistreated to no end. I say "impossible" because it remains undefined by these kids who claim I fail to meet the standard and should therefore be ostracized. Like an idiot I keep chanting that I do believe in faeries, I do believe in faeries, hoping for magic. The Wolverine in me knows that there is no magic, there are no faeries or feathers, and that life is only pain. I am a loser and will keep on losing, but maybe the fight against that is what life's all about.
