Glass onion, and being not at all original

I was rewatching Glass Onion recently - I first saw it in the cinema when it was briefly on show - and it made me think about a song from my favourite Brazilian band, Pato Fu. The song is in Portuguese, but there's a bit of the lyrics that translate loosely to "you are like a bad movie, which I already know the end, and it's not at all original". Like Miles, one of the main characters from Glass Onion, I am not at all original. Most of the things I like and identify with, things that form my personality and my identity, are things I got from someone else.

Let me start from the beginning: I always pick something up from a friend. An accent, a laughter, I swear I even picked up the need to pee more often from a friend. Whenever I become friends with someone, I incorporate something from them into my life.

Then I started to think about the things I like the most in life. Poirot? Was introduced to me by a cousin. Pink Floyd: shown by another cousin. Almodovar came from a friend. Kubrick too. Florence and the Machine was the favourite band of someone I used to be friends with - I even wrote about this here. As well as my love for Spain, Spanish man and Spanish tortillas. I could give you hundred more examples, but the point is that I don't really discover things, and that realisation really shocked me.

I always saw myself as a visionary, a trend setter, someone who like to get out of my comfort zone and try things. But that does not seem to be the case. I moved to Germany with a backpack and some euros in my pocket, but I already had a German passport, a German family which provided a lifetime introduction to German culture. I even knew some words in the language and some people in Berlin. Yes, it was a massive step, but there was a safety net. I look into things that are tried and tested, and I incorporate those things into my life. Everywhere I look, I keep seeing this pattern.

I want to be more adventurous, I want to discover things, to go into untested waters. I want to be able to say that I discovered something none of my friends did. I want to take more chances. I just don't know how I can do it. Put this one on the learning pile for now.

If it's any consolation, it's worth mentioning that both the band Pato Fu and the Knives Out franchise were something I discovered on my own. So I guess there's still hope for me, after all!


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