How To Not Die After Watching The Fault In Our Stars: An Official Guide

That’s impossible, you’re definitely going to die. Just accept it and move on. 

I’m serious.

There are, however, ways to reduce the pain that is demanding to be felt (hahahahaha I’m soo going to kill you with these references), ways that I am 100% sure will lead you to cry a little but more. 

On a side note, if you know that you’re about to watch TFIOS, please be sure to get yourself a big bottle of water, because you are going to cry a lot. A LOT. Be advised. 

Also, your eyes are going to hurt, so please clear up an hour of your schedule after the movie, so as to be able to recuperate and relax (and cry). 

Also, on a completely different note, check out Utsav Raj’s letter to his favourite author, John Green. It’s amazing. 

Anyway, back to the list of things to escape the phenomenon that I like to call the ‘TFIOS Hangover’, which I’m sure I’m not the person who coined this:

Listen to Dear Hank & John.

This is an immediate measure after watching the movie. If you’re a nerdfighter like me, there are two and only two reasons why you’d watch TFIOS. One: Cause you like good young adult movies and Two: Cause you love John Green and admire his work. Now that I think of it, those don’t need to be the only two reasons, I mean there could be more, but like, these are the most important of them all. While watching the movie, there were multiple times when I felt so proud of John and also, so grateful that I share this messed up planet with John and people like him. And I also realized how much John’s work has influenced people’s lives around the world. 

And that just got a bit too much for me to handle. I was crying enough already. 

So, if you need to stop looking at John as a half-god, listen to his and his brother (Hank Green)’s podcast, Dear Hank & John, to listen to them be the dumbest people on the planet, and just lighten the mood a bit.

DO NOT GOOGLE UP THE FAULT IN OUR STARS. PLEASE.

I say this for your own good: Do not go to Google, Tumblr, Pinterest or god knows what other social media site to cure your hangover. This will only worsen the situation, with the countless fan fiction artworks, quotes pictures, interviews and headcanons. 

Don’t go read a John Green novel, either. That’s the worst thing you could possibly do. 

Listen to the movie’s songs!

The songs mostly won’t trigger another heartache, unless you’re really sensitive to good music, in which case, ignore this. 

Otherwise, you will find the original motion picture soundtracks to be some of the best love songs in a long time. For a movie soundtrack, those songs are really cool. 

And, of course, write about it. 

This feeling that you’re feeling doesn’t need to be felt alone. You can share. You can talk to others about it. You can engage in conversations that you never thought you’d have. And soon, you’ll realize that this beautiful experience of having your heart broken and stitched back up again, all because of a movie, isn’t a big deal just for you. In sharing your love for The Fault In Our Stars, you will find more people who share the same love as you do. 

There’s nothing better than people loving the same thing together. 

I don’t think you’ll disagree. 


With that, I leave you with a quote that really helps me deal with this pain.

“You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world… but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.” 

-Augustus Waters, The Fault In Our Stars

Ghost Lights

As I walk down the street

On a hot spring night,

I am overcome with a sense of longing.

A longing for the bright lights that drive our lives

To turn off and go to sleep.


Why is it that when we are in the dark,

We have to spread light in all directions?

Do we fear that the unknown will engulf us,

That the long-dead monsters will, somehow, re-emerge?


As these questions played with my mind and soul,

I reached a hole in the light, an oblivious paradise,

Where the powers of uncertainty dwelled freely,

Where I could be one with the darkness and fear and mystery.

Home.


To most, the dark is a place

Where there are demons older than trees

But I am not one of those people,

‘Cause the light was never meant for me.


-Udita Gowdety

Road

The sparkle in her eyes

Makes you feel that fairytales are true

She doesn’t even have to try

She can make you swoon from morning to noon


Then she puts on her disguise

Fact or fiction, oh we have no clue

Cause she’s afraid of what she can do


So she set herself on fire

So we could see her burn

But we’ve only heard her whisper

No matter what she’s done


She can’t take it any longer

She’s going to explode

Unless she takes a long drive

Down her favourite road


She was the perfect poster child

Could light up the world with her sense of humour

But now she barely smiles

Oh, what happened there, god knows what hit her


She tries not to cry

But she fears her happy days are over

She doesn’t really think that she’s a failure

She’s just waiting for someone to save her


She set herself on fire

Cause she wanted to be sure

She was gonna be remembered

She thought she wasn’t anymore


Unreal expectations will put her

into overload

Unless she takes a long drive

Down her favourite road

Teenage Existential Logolepsical Imprecations

I am a victim of introspection. -Sylvia Plath

When I have an existential crisis I

  • Cry
  • Numb myself with thoughts
  • Write a blog post about it

One problem with being a teenage girl with a compelling urge to over think and beautify everything is that most of time, reality seems to be too…. oversimplified.

And this drives me crazy, because this particular feeling of overwhelming emptiness is one that just cannot be defined in language. And what we can’t name, we can never fully understand.

Maybe my OCD-level thought spirals are the cause for my frequent existential crisis episodes. Anyone who’s been through this would know the utterly agonizing wave of doubt and anxiety and fear and panic that washes over you.

And this makes me feel extremely isolated sometimes, knowing that no one will ever fully understand what it’s like to be controlled and held captive by my thoughts in my brain. They might love me, listen to me, and comfort me, but they will never be able to share my feeling of intense helplessness, or rather helpless awe, with me.

If you feel like this and you’re afraid:

  • Don’t be afraid. It’s okay to feel the weight of the world on your shoulders and it’s okay to feel it getting it heavier. Just accept it.
  • Listen. Listen to what your mind is saying and understand. Just stand back and listen.
  • Ask for help. We are often scared by the prospect of asking for assistance because we believe it makes us vulnerable. That is false. If you ever feel like you can’t do it anymore on your own, go ask a friend for advice. Call a cousin. Talk to your neighbour.
  • ALWAYS REMEMBER: It’s okay. It really is.

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating. – Jean-Paul Sartre