I just finished watching a movie on TV. "Keeping The Faith" I think it's called. I think I enjoyed it better while I was watching it, and now that I think about it, it's all a blurb, noise and fury, signifying nothing.
It could have been better narrated. Anyway, it's about this priest and this rabbi who both love this girl. The issue of faith isn't really brought up that well. But then, sometimes I think love is a religion. You love God, you worship Him, you have a relationship with Him, you are committed to Him, constantly reaffirming this love, this respect, this devotion. To forget is to drift apart. To not show the feeling is to lose it.
That's the religious aspect. The romance part is quite basic. Boy meets girl, they fall in love, boy breaks up with girl, boy learns his mistake, boy catches up with girl before she leaves.
I don't know why I torture myself watching romance flicks anymore. The stuff of fantasy that I can no longer live vicariously through, the things I want that you would seldom see in real life. But to see it happen in real life would probably kill me because it would only serve to affirm the things I dream of but don't have. At least on screen I can say, oh it's fiction, it could never happen. It's difficult being a dreamer. You have so much higher expectations. Selfishly unrealistic, I think. I am not perfect, so why should I even aspire to have a perfect love?
I've pondered the issue of love the past few weeks, reminded constantly by the oncoming Valentine's Day. It's everywhere, on television, on the radio, and every reminder engulfs me in a wave of melancholy. I love romance, truly I do, but if it's not happening in my life I really don't want to see it at this point. I wonder too, if I'm the sort of person who should date forever and never settle down, so I can just bask in the light of being romanced, the excessive displays of love, lust, whatever. Now I think about it, I wonder if the lack of romance was what killed my first relationship. Perhaps it caused the eventual lack of feeling.
Who knows? Ignorance is bliss, it's true, for to be a thinking AND feeling individual is to be in a situation of occassional cognitive dissonance. It's not a pleasant feeling.
If only it were so easy to just switch off our brains.
:: nimezs @ 1:18 am [+] ::
