The Film That Depicts My Life: Edward Scissorhands

The idea of this film came about from Tim Burton’s lonely childhood. He said, “I get the feeling people just got this urge to want to leave me alone for some reason, I don’t know exactly why.” Caroline Thompson, the writer of the original story, dedicated the “love poem” to Burton, saying that he was “the most articulate person I know, but couldn't put a single sentence together.” Those two reasons alone could be reasons enough to use this film as my choice for today.

I do have an idea about the why’s of being left alone though. I believe it is part self preservation and part internal living. There tends to be a “not available” sign on my forehead at times. Riding the seesaw of I care too much and I care to little is tiring yet it’s almost impossible to stay balanced in the middle.

As for self preservation, I watch Edward innocently become the new trend, the side show attraction for all to utilize and exploit and I know the outcome is burnout, inability to meet expectations, and then retreat.

There is also the danger that if he does reach out, more harm than good could occur. I worry also. My daughter says that I have been known to delve too deep. It’s the caring too much side.

Beautiful isolated Edward, I see you, I understand you and in a minuscule way, I am you. As I reside in my internal tower chipping away at my creations, perhaps the by-product will create a happy moment for someone somewhere.

(TMI)