3 Things I Learned from Deadpool
The thing that fascinates me about Deadpool is the unique blend of immortality and (god) complex personality. At surface level, he seems pretty normal (I mean… for a Marvel character). But there’s a little more to the Merc with a Mouth once we dig around.
It’s not just his inability to die that attracts us: he’s forever alive thanks to his cancerous mutation. But the irony that grabs me by the heartstrings is that he’s his own worst enemy. He’s dead on the inside. He openly admits to hating his reality.
I think we can all relate to that feeling. A silent suffering from within. Being damaged from the inside out, regardless of what we look like.
We all know how to wear a mask and we all know how to seek betterment — look at all the self-help books out there.
But that’s not Deadpool. He doesn’t want to be better.
Deadpool wears a mask to hide more than his damaged shell. He’s partly embarassed that his skin’s all fcked up, but he wears a mask to hide the pain inside too. That deeper layer of suffering that’s eating at his soul.
What a human thing to experience.
Sure, he’s the iconic definition of ‘antihero.’ Sure, he’s a wise-crack. Sure, he’s Canadian. But…
