The Eighth Sense or the art of thoughtfulness
Sometimes you meet someone and you feel drawn to them. You experience an intense need to pour your heart out to them. Or, on the contrary, you want to sit for hours and listen to them talk. You want to know everything they’re thinking, everything they’ve gone through, everything they are.
Sometimes you meet someone and the moment you meet their eyes is the moment in which a silent promise is made. The world may hurt you but you won’t let it hurt them.
There are people who, in a room full of strangers, will notice the lonely souls.
There are people with whom your quiet self will become talkative when in their presence.
There are people who will put you at ease even in situations that would have normally made you run away.
There are people who are blind to the feelings of others and these are the ones you meet most often. But there are others who will mind their words, their tones and their gestures around you. They will listen, notice, and care for you without asking for anything in return. These are the thoughtful souls. Jae Won and Ji Hyun are both thoughtful souls whose gazes and acts of service speak more than any word they could utter.
Ji Hyun hears how the conversation between Jae Won and his friends escalates in the restaurant. He interrupts the fight, holds on to Jae Won to steady him and then looks at him to make sure he is okay. He is not and he notices that. Ji Hyun is a quiet soul who protects his peace. When Jae Won asks him for a cigarette, Ji Hyun gives him a plain answer in a rather matter-of-fact tone. However, instead of answering Jae Won’s second question, he goes out of his way to find him some cigarettes. He gives him two. Ji Hyun tells him it’s not nice giving him only one but that’s not the reason he brought two cigarettes. Jae Won needs to smoke more than one.
It's no surprise Ji Hyun thought about bringing a lighter. His “thinking personality” makes him anticipate things. Not all of them but most of them. Especially when it’s about someone else.
When Jae Won and Ji Hyun are walking on the beach, Ji Hyun makes sure to match Jae Won’s pace. When they’re on their way to the campfire, Jae Won is the one who catches up to Ji Hyun to walk by his side. Both are very aware and attentive to each other.
Ji Hyun eats his noodles silently without offering a bite to Jae Won who’s just told him he is on a diet. Ji Hyun is someone who truly listens. This scene might appear very common but it shows how careful Ji Hyun is.
Ji Hyun is often seen sitting apart, a sense of quietness surrounding him. For such people, college (life in general) is hard. College is all about putting yourself out there but being in the spotlight is not something Ji Hyun would feel comfortable with. Ji Hyun doesn’t want to try to be seen. It doesn’t mean he wishes to be invisible but he won’t go out of his way to get noticed. When he introduces himself to the members of the surfing club, he is straight to the point. People are quick to judge such people because they misinterpret Ji Hyun’s factual response with him not trying hard enough to fit in. Jae Won doesn’t misinterpret Ji Hyun’s answer and his overreaction to his introduction is a silent injunction to the other members of the club to include him and to be as friendly as they are with him than with the two girls who also joined the club.
Although Ji Hyun seems to be comfortable drinking alcohol, he seems to be okay only when he is in control, when he isn’t forced to drink. When he is sitting outside with the other members of the club, he still accepts the soju glass he’s been served but he looks uncomfortable. Luckily, he sees Jae Won still busy grilling meat so he joins him and offers his help. Jae Won tells him he is okay and suggests using this time to make some friends. But Ji Hyun insists – and he does so by stating a fact “Let me do it. Working in a pork place, I’ve got a lot of experience.” – and Jae Won lets him help. He also tells him to switch places so that the smoke doesn’t go his way. During the whole trip, Jae Won did everything he could to make Ji Hyun feel at ease. I don’t know if either Jae Won and Ji Hyun are the “touchy-feely” type of people but one thing is for certain, Ji Hyun doesn’t mind Jae Won’s touch. Thus, Jae Won is often seen encouraging Ji Hyun with an encouraging hand on his shoulder or a gentle pat on his back. I feel like Jae Won’s touch might act as a way for Ji Hyun to keep himself grounded, to not let his thoughts overwhelm him.
Although Jae Won sometimes teases Ji Hyun, he always knows when to stop. He also doesn’t force Ji Hyun to stay with the others (during the barbecue scene for instance).
During the shower scene, he teases Ji Hyun about his modesty and asks him how is going to manage when in the military but Ji Hyun’s silence and gazes are enough for him to understand that this is not something he should joke about. He immediately stops and gives Ji Hyun the space he needs while making sure he feels at ease. (“Take your time.”)
In the same vein, Jae Won knows when and how to use jokes to avoid making someone (Ji Hyun) feel uncomfortable. When Ji Hyun realises that he had fallen asleep on Jae Won’s shoulder, he immediately apologises but before he could become embarrassed, Jae Won teases him by saying that he almost got a dislocated shoulder because of him. He is overreacting because he knows Ji Hyun will feel bad about it if he doesn’t. Sometimes a joke is better than saying “Don’t worry about it. It’s alright”. Things can get awkward once you tell someone not to worry. Jokes highlight how self-deprecating someone is and they’re also a great way to see if someone is humble or not. Laughing at yourself is sometimes better than feeling embarrassed. That was one of those times.
Jae Won’s friends see him as someone who has it easy because of his family situation and his good looks. At first glance, Jae Won could easily pass off as the archetype of the popular guy who’s well-loved but doesn’t do much to deserve such attention. The viewers never once see him as such and this is all thanks to Jae Won’s thoughtfulness and basic manners. Besides apologising to Ji Hyun for the commotion that happened in the restaurant, he also makes sure to talk to him at eye level. He is subtle about it so that Ji Hyun doesn’t feel uncomfortable. Again, this might seem like something not worth commenting on, but it says a lot. It’s because it is so simple that it’s something that people usually tend to overlook. Speaking at eye level implies a lot of things but it essentially tells a lot about how the person talking to you regards you.
The Eight Sense highlights the thoughtfulness of its characters in such a subtle and tender way that it easily makes the viewers emotionally connect with them. Kindness is often overlooked in our society as it’s a quality our society sees as lacking when not combined with other attributes. As if kindness alone was not enough to make someone whole or “worth it”.
If I titled this post as “The art of thoughtfulness” it was to imply that being thoughtful is something that might appear easy and effortless but isn’t in reality. You might think you’re effortlessly thoughtful but it sometimes weighs on you because who cares for you when you’re busy caring for others? Being thoughtful requires a great strength, one that is gentle and persevering.
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🪆would love one featuring Russian thoughts on God! ✝️
SO. I could have sworn that I've posted "Avvakum in Pustozyorsk" on this blog before, but I can't seem to find it so here it is.
(For context, this is written in the voice of a 17th century Russian Orthodox priest and religious dissident (an "Old Believer"). Avvakum was sent to the military outpost of Pustozyorsk where he was imprisoned four fourteen years, then eventually burned at the stake. It uses this historical voice to reflect on the religious persecution of the Soviet era. Also, it's fairly long, so I've highlighted my favorite stanzas.)
Avvakum in Pustozyorsk
The walls of my church
are the ribs round my heart;
it seems life and I
are soon bound to part.
My cross now rises,
traced with two fingers.
In Pustozyorsk it blazes;
its blaze will linger.
I’m glorified everywhere,
vilified, branded;
I have already become
the stuff of legend:
I was, people say,
full of anger and spite;
I suffered, I died
for the ancient rite.
But this popular verdict
is ugly nonsense;
I hear and reject the
implied censure.
A rite is nothing –
neither wrong nor right;
a rite is a trifle
in God’s sight.
But they attacked our faith
and the ways of the past,
in all we’d learned as children,
and taken to heart.
In their holy garments,
in their grand hats,
with a cold crucifix
in their cold hands,
in thrall to a terror
clutching their souls,
they drag us to jails and
herd us to scaffolds.
We don’t debate doctrine,
of books and their age;
we don’t debate virtues
of fetters and chains.
Our dispute is of freedom,
and the right to breathe –
about our Lord’s will
to bind as he please.
The healers of souls
chastised our bodies;
while they schemed and plotted,
we ran to the forests.
Despite their decrees,
we hurled our words out
of the lion’s mouth
and into the world.
We called for vengeance
against their sins
along with the Lord;
we sang poems and hymns.
The words of the Lord
were claps of thunder.
The Church endures;
it will never go under.
And I, unyielding,
reading the Psalter,
was brought to the gates
of the Andronikov Monastery.
I was young;
I endured every pain:
hunger, beatings,
interrogations.
A winged angel
shut the eyes of the guard,
brought me cabbage soup
and a hunk of bread.
I crossed the threshold –
and I walked free.
Embracing my exile,
I walked to the East.
I held services
by the Amur River,
where I barely survived
the winds and blizzards.
They branded my cheeks
with brands of frost;
by a mountain stream
they tore out my nostrils.
But the path to the Lord
goes from jail to jail;
the path to the Lord
never changes.
And all too few,
since Jesus’s days,
have proved able to bear
God’s all-seeing gaze.
Nastasia, Nastasia,
do not despair;
true joy often wears
a garment of tears.
Whatever temptations
may beat in your heart,
whatever torments
may rip you apart,
walk on in peace
through a thousand troubles
and fear not the snake
that bites at your ankles –
though not from Eden
has this snake crawled;
it is an envoy of evil
from Satan’s world.
Here, birdsong
is unknown;
here one learns patience
and the wisdom of stone.
I have seen no colour
except lingonberry
in fourteen years
spent as a prisoner.
But this is not madness,
nor a waking dream;
it is my soul’s fortress,
its will and freedom.
And now they are leading me
far away and in fetters;
my yoke is easy,
my burden grows lighter.
My track is swept clean
dusted with silver;
I’m climbing to heaven
on wings of fire.
Through cold and hunger,
through grief and fear,
towards God, like a dove,
I rise from the pyre.
O far-away Russia –
I give you my vow
to return from the sky,
forgiving my foes.
May I be reviled,
and burned at the stake;
may my ashes be cast
on the mountain wind.
There is no fate sweeter,
no better end,
than to knock, as ash,
at the human heart.
--Varlam Shalamov
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hello i hope you're having a very good day. can i have some bad advice about school? i am in college and we are far into the semester and i simply do not understand what's going on anymore. i have a quiz tomorrow, what should i do?
is this quiz going to be graded on a curve? if so, sabotage that shit. if your professor is old, get one of those devices that makes a high-pitched sound that only youth can hear. if your professor is not old or you don't have access to such a device, that's okay, you don't need to study tonight. spend that time brainstorming sabotage ideas instead.
but let's say sabotage isn't an option. if it's just a question of memorizing material, set it to music. ideally "alice's restaurant" by arlo guthrie. you could also sleep with your textbook under your pillow, but if it's at all thick your neck will not be thanking you in the morning.
it sounds like memorization isn't really your problem, though. in that case, i think what you need to do is find a way to make the material into a story with fictional characters you care about. i don't know what the subject is, but surely all comprehension is is making visible the relations between elements. what i'm saying is find a way to be a shipper about it.
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what does it mean to average 2:1 or 2:2? I don’t think we do that in America
okay so the uni grading system here is done based on percentages. the pass mark is 40%, which americans ALWAYS hit me with 'only 40???? easy!!!' so id like to clarify the content/exams are very difficult and the marking is very mean and generally it's really frustrating when people respond this way, like why tf would we have such a low pass grade otherwise it's a dumb assumption to make but anyway. you do about 6 modules a semester (on average, some courses have more/less), and each module will give you a final grade, and then the average of all your modules from both semesters will give you your final year grade. they're all marked by the same system, which is:
grade of less than 40% = fail
grade of 40%-50% = third class honours (called a third)
grade of 50%-60% = lower second class honours (a 2:2, literally said aloud as 'i got a two-two in my exam')
grade of 60%-70% = upper second class honours (a 2:1, said as 'i got a two-one'). this is what im PRAYING for.
grade of 70%+ = first class honours (just called a first). this is the highest you can get, so even if you get 90% you'll have the same grade as someone who got 72%. this is also what i mean by the exam system being really tough here, bc most people are just grateful to get a first.
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