"Soap Opera Woman: Excuse me.
Wiley: Excuse me.
Soap Opera Woman: Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?' "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?" I don't want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be ant, you know?"
E quantas vezes eu já não me prometi experimentar isso, na esperança de encontrar algo mais do que formigas com antenas balançando, vendo tudo passar - embora ciente do fato de que "o maior erro que podemos cometer é achar que estamos acordados quando, na realidade, estamos é dormindo na sala-de-espera da vida!"
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kkkkkk eu estava pensando mto nesse filme nas duas últimas semanas e principalmente na ruiva q falava sobre ñ ser ant. achei bárbaro q colocasse aqui. cara mel, juro q ficava remoendo essas discussões filosóficas do waking life.
oh, this is so nice.
btw: i don't wanna be an ant either. whatelse should we do? should we stop being ants and then what? don't you wanna find out??
mel, congratz on realize! =D
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