My Confession Means Nothing.

Holy cheese I am immersed in this whole American Psycho flimflam.
I am halfway through the book, and I recently finished the movie... Which was a lot less gorier than I thought it would be (the hobo eye-gouging was omitted, but he was still killed, and there was a lot less dialogue between him and Evelyn and Courtney, unfortunately). One of the reviewers on the streaming site called it "more of an artistic piece than a movie fit for cinema." I totally agree. This is not one of those quick and easy reads/movies you can watch for pleasure. Makes you think.

At the moment I am obsessed with the idea of Patrick's social conceptions and mannerisms. The fact that he is off in his own little world constantly yet the other men he works with have their same petite, personal universes as well. Mistaking one another for different men, seeming to ignore Bateman's commentary on disecting women. Which makes me think about real life. How society is really an illusion, and everyone is in on it. What they believe is society differs completely from what another does. For exhample, those people who you think are your friends and will never betray you, then do; or someone who says something and does another. A constant facade put on to appease society. Hense, Bateman's cool headedness and education on men's fashon.

How did he become the way he is? How are his peers so blissfully unaware of his tendencies? Is it just some innane need or did he divelop into it? The fact that we as a group of humans have diveloped our own subcultures and a need to fit-in sort of broke him down I think. He wanted to fit in, tried so hard to, and lost all of his self-control in the process? What do we sacrifice being in contact with other people?

It is also strange that his friends, who are constantly mistaking him for someone else, refer to Bateman as a "dork," one even adds "spineless" into the mix.

I am mind blown.
I need a person to talk to about this... I'm so confused on how to transpose my thoughts onto this computer.