The movie is about an angry journalist being assigned to interview Mister Rogers. And he has to write an article about him.
I remembered Mister Rogers when I was growing up. But I didn't enjoy watching him. I viewed it as a corny, cheesy show. Because I didn't understand what Mister Rogers was explaining.
Before I watched Tom Hanks play Mister Rogers in movie, A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood, I read more about the life of Mister Rogers through Wikipedia.
He hosted the preschool TV series, Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, from 1968-2001. Mister Rogers passed away in 2003 due to a stomach cancer.
Watching the movie made me understand who Mister Rogers was as a person on and off the camera. He was still himself.
Mister Rogers showed empathy and compassion around others. His motive was to service others, especially children, through his kindness.
His way of lecturing others was to share stories about himself and others through his TV series.
My younger-self would give lectures to others. I thought I knew everything.
I share stories and give examples to others. I encourage others too.
Mister Rogers learned from others by asking them questions.
My younger-self would never ask questions to others. Because my mind was thinking about what to say next. I would only listen to a talkative person.
I ask and listen.
Mister Rogers would understand others through his patience.
He didn't want to be called a "celebrity."
He was focused on his motive. He didn't want to be perfect.
For instance, Mister Rogers was struggling to install a tent during a scene in the movie. His camera crew insisted to have it pre-installed. Mister Rogers wanted the audience to see adults don't always go according to plan. They make mistakes too.
My younger-self would assume my parents or any elder knew everything.
The movie was meaningful and powerful. It made me cry. Watch the movie.
I won't spoil it for you.
The movie reminded me to continue to be kind to others. Don't expect anything in return.
Try to be at peace during an argument or disagreement.
For instance, it's a difficult challenge to understand a person who has suffered from an emotional and psychological trauma. He doesn't like to be told.
He wanted to hide a gun in home. Because he believed someone will come after him. He has been binge watching Forensic Files on Netflix.
I continued to ask and listen.
Then I stopped understanding him.
For instance, in a respectful way, I was telling him I saw you gunpoint at someone by accident. Because anger took over the mind.
He believed I was accusing him as a bad person. He started yelling and swearing at me.
I apologized to him. I cried at his anger and temper while I looked at his sharp eyes. I attempted to give him a hug. I told him I love you.
He couldn't take it. He was agitated.
Then I expressed my gratitude to him.
His anger and temper started to fade.
I have to keep reminding myself the best way to talk to him is to remain silent. Continue to understand him.
I don't accuse him as a bad person.
I've made mistakes too. (This was my mistake for not believing him to have a gun hidden in home.) I can't completely stop myself from making mistakes until the day I die.
"I'm not mad at you," he told me the next day. He explained to me he chooses to walk away from an argument or disagreement. Again continue to understand him.
I try to become a better person every day.
For instance, Leon Logothetis known as "The Kindness Guy," in his documentary TV series, The Kindness Diaries, on Netflix.
"How do you define kindness?" Dave Asprey asks Logothetis in his Bulletproof Radio podcast episode, How to Show Up With Compassion and Kindness.
"Do you know a lot of people always come up to me. And they say, 'You're the kindness guy. You tell me what kindness means.' And they expect to have this like epic answer that solves all world problems," Logothetis answers. "But the truth is, for me, kindness is simply helping someone feel less alone. That's it."
He continues: "When you make someone feel like that they matter. When you see someone. When you take someone's loneliness and depression. And transform it by simply being kind. That's quite a profound way to be."
I'm not here to play games with you. I'm not here to compare or judge you. I'm not here to be better than you. I'm not here to fight you. I'm at peace. Call me a coward. It's okay. I'm here to understand you. I'm here to be kind to you. It's the only way.
I like this lady. She lives an hour away from me. We matched on Facebook Dating. And we have went on three dates. She's a full time student. And she works full time too. We continue to contact each other.
My feelings are talking now.
She won't be able to have any free time to see me for this year. Respect the lady.
My younger-self would blame her. I would assume she doesn't like me. And she's not into me. Then I would second-guess on her. Like it would be her way of saying no to me. I would think something is wrong with her or me.
My knees haven't given up on me yet.
I play pickup basketball for fun.
I still have the speed and quickness. I might have lost one step. Because I'm not getting any younger.
I always like going to my left. It's my strong side. Because I'm a lefty in basketball. (I play tennis with my right hand.)
My younger-self only relied on my drives and passes. These were my strengths.
I never bothered to take a jump shot, even if I were open. Because I wasn't confident. I believed my teammates would hate me. I wanted to impress my teammates with my strengths. I only took jump shots whenever I warmed up.
My younger-self would put rich and famous people on a pedestal.
I needed to find happiness. Because I hated my life.
I assumed whenever I was in stress, I thought I was an abnormal kid.
I envied the rich and famous people. Because I kept dreaming to be like them.
Pursuing and chasing to be rich and famous was my goal to fulfilling my happiness. I believed money would solve everything.
For instance, I idolized NBA legend Kobe Bryant when I was growing up since he was drafted straight from high school as a 17-year-old kid in 1996. (He retired in 2016.) I wanted to be like him. My dream was to follow his footsteps.
I've written 199 blog entries, including this post, since 2016.
I need to continue blogging. It's therapeutic for me. Blogging allows me to be honest and vulnerable.
Last blog entry, My Sex Life, might've been the most difficult to read and process.
I wasn't concerned and worried about posting it. Because I'm not seeking any validation and attention to others.
"In fact, many people find it extremely difficult to talk about sex; it can be a sensitive and awkward topic that raises feelings fo embarrassment, shame or inadequacy," Matty Silver writes in her article, Why is it so Difficult to Talk about Sex?
To come to think about it. I think I was trying to impress you when I released blog entry, My Sex Life.
I'm comfortable with my sexuality.
I like sex.
My younger-self wouldn't open to you about my sexuality. Because I would get embarrassed or be shamed by others.
Society and anxiety would say: "You are too much. You are thirsty. You are horny."
And it would stop me from being honest and vulnerable. Say what you want. It's impossible to please everyone.
The last time I talked to my tennis and basketball coach was on a Tuesday afternoon on October 30, 2018 at 3PST. It has been one year now. (Time goes by fast. It never stops.) His last missed phone call from me was on Wednesday, October 31 at 7:58pm. (My cousin and I were heading to a brewery. We decided to have him join us.)
Coach was reported dead on Sunday, November 4, 2018. He was found laying on his living room floor. I believe he was gone earlier.
The Golden State Warriors have suffered huge losses on their first two games at the start of the NBA season. And it's going to be a long season. I'm used to seeing them play as the juggernaut team for the last 5 years.
They've given us 3 rings since 2014. And they have appeared in the NBA Finals for the last 5 years. The Warriors have won 3 out of the 5 years. (That's 60%. That's impressive.)
I wrote an old blog entry, Respect the Lady, on June 27, 2017. I decide to write an updated version.
Here are ways I start communicating with a lady:
Then I would receive no word from the lady. Or she would tell me she has a boyfriend, or she's not interested.
It gets frustrating and disappointing. But it's understanding. It's good to know I tried at least. I will never know unless I try.
This event is on its 5th year. (It's 10-15 minutes away from home as well. The tickets are cheap ranging from $5-$20.) I was able to see up-and-coming players, like 17-year-old Jack Draper and 18-year-old Brandon Nakashima, and struggling players, like Stevie Johnson, seeking points to move their ranking up.
A friend told me about the 2019 Fairfield Challenger. He told me the attendance has improved every year. I watched alone almost every day except day 1. I would run into meeting at least one person per day, such as a ballboy, a linesman, an old friend, or a stranger.
Positive and negative thoughts in my head. They come and go.
It's a challenge every single day to prioritize and invest in my mental health. It's being able to practice and train my mind.
I can't forget about my negative thoughts in my head. And I can't erase them too. It's impossible. Because they will haunt me one day. And I'll blow up.
It has happened to me before.
For instance, I held long-time grudges to my family, friends, and relatives before. I have apologized to them. And we were able to reconcile with each other. I'm at peace now.