Even though I’ve watched only three movies since coming home (Halloween, Inside Out, and South Paw), my mind constantly replays romantic comedies throughout my day. Sometimes– often– there are snippets of script that explain the complex relationship I have with things, entities, and intangibles.
I walk around in love, and that love creates a sort of relationship between myself and my intangibles. When I struggle with something, I consider it a stage in the relationship sometime before the end-credits kiss, just a scene we have to get through together. I’ll even quote a movie aloud, to myself, as my various relationships have challenges.
Here are some examples:
Two Tweets Notice
Lucy Kelson: George, I have an ulcer, I don’t sleep well, mostly because you keep calling me in the middle of the night, and if you don’t call me I dream that you’re gonna call me. I think about you in the shower
[George gives her a look]
Lucy Kelson: …not in a good way, but in an I’m-so-distracted-I-can’t-remember-if-I-washed-my-hair kinda way – so I’ll wash my hair twice! So I have a hole in my stomach, I’m running out of shampoo and today is the first day in my life that I did not give a thousand percent on the job. And I hate that feeling.
This is where social media and I are right now. Don’t worry, at the end of the movie, she remembers why he’s worth running out of shampoo.
When Blogger Met Book
- Sally: I don’t have to take this crap from you.
- Harry: If you’re so
over Joehealed, why aren’t you seeing anyonewriting anything?
- Sally: I
see peoplewrite things.
See people?Write things? Have you written one thorns-only-not-prettied-up-story slept with one personsince you broke up with Joecame home?
- Sally: What the hell does that have to do with anything? That will prove I’m over
Joeprison? Because I fuck somebodywrite something ugly? Harry, you’re gonna have to move back to New Jersey because you’ve written every ugly thing down slept with everybody in New Yorkand I don’t see that turning life Heleninto a faint memory for you. Besides, I will write the whole truth when it is about writing the truth make love to somebody when it is making love. Not the way you do it like you’re out for revenge or something.
- Harry: Are you finished now?
- Sally: Yes.
- Harry: Can I say something?
- Sally: Yes.
- Harry: I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
This one took some creative editing to make sense out of it, but it’s pretty much how the conversation goes every time I add a poem to the book of difficult stories.
My book gives me a hard time about my slow progress, but it always apologizes.
Jamie: You learned English?
Aurelia: Just in cases.
This one is harder to explain if you didn’t see Love Actually. Aurelia speaks Portuguese, Jamie speaks English, and they fall in love in quiet spaces of time that they share. Even though they don’t speak the same language, they understand each other very well. When Jamie comes back, having learned a bit of Portuguese to propose to her, he is surprised to find she has learned a bit of English.
This is me and life lately. I don’t understand it, frankly. Three years ago, I was a married business woman in my twenties with a good reputation. Now I’m a single creative in my thirties with a record. I’ve been barreling into things that need to be done, and different things I can do — and I see possibility everywhere. I think life might love me, and so I am making myself learn everything in small doses, in order to be ready to show my love in return.
Just in cases.
Do you like romantic comedies? Do you quote movies in your head to yourself? Do you fall in love with intangible things like life and social media and writing? Are you totally shocked by how few movies I’ve seen in 8 months?
(I’ve written about voices in my head before, with muppets in regards to blog themes– https://rarasaur.com/2013/08/01/a-rawr-divided/ — just in case you were feeling the topic today.)