You’ll have to sail the high seas. It’s a Disney movie but they have “put it in the vault”
Which upsets me considerably, because it’s an amazing film that made me weep. Literally, fucking, weep. Wailing and gnashing of teeth type sobbing.
Point being, it’s a great movie with a happy ending for the dogs, so you don’t have to worry about that.
Highly recommended.
Alternatively, you could watch The Great Alaskan Race, which tells the same, more accurate version on a much lower budget. My late-girlfriend was the wardrobe designer on it, so I feel obligated to mention it, even though it’s a bit rough around the edges.
No, being as weird as me is a burden. I would not wish it on anyone.
I know too much, I’ve gone too far, I’ve metaphysically fucked around and found out.
Why would I wish this on anyone else?
I know the sad truth of suicide is simply kicking the can further down the road to deal with it in another life.
I understand the oppressive inevitability of people needing to make their own mistakes before they grow and learn.
I see through the facade of reality and know the answers to all the questions. Including the most terrifying truth of all.
Nobody. Wants. Answers.
Everyone just wants to figure out their own questions.
But it’s all perfect anyways. You don’t need to save the world, or even change it. It’s all going to be okay and there’s not a Goddamn thing you can do about it.
The only choice you really have is how kind you can be while the script plays on.
So are you being kind? To strangers? To your friends? To your family? To yourself?
Because that’s the only thing that really matters.