Unkreative
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Joined: 8/7/2011 Status: offline
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Ok, the title has nothing to do with this post, nor is it really mine. I stole it from some random movie I saw because it made me chuckle. So there it is... I've known for a while that movies and tv shows tend to affect me more than most as I typically project myself into the role of one of the characters on screen. This is one of the reasons that I refuse to watch movies that I know do not have the stereotypical happy ending. Being the idealist that I am means that the boy is always supposed to get the girl/boy he truly loves no matter what, the bad guy always gets his comeuppance (Yes, it's a word. Look it up!), and the good guy always wins, no matter what. When this doesn't happen in said movie/tv show, it leaves me feeling sad... almost depressed. Like my idealogical bubble has been popped and someone has just yanked me back down to Earth just to say, "Nope. Things don't really work out that way. Welcome to reality, Joe." For years, I've tried to change this about myself hoping that somehow that by exposing myself to more and more of these reality checking films, I would somehow be made numb to the harsh truth that things rarely work out the way that I feel they should. Instead, I find myself watching them when nobody else is around and just simply crying at the unfairness of it all. Here I am... a 6'4", 220lbs mess of a man sobbing because some fictional character had his heart broken when it was clear that he was the one person in the world who truly deserved to be happy. Yes, I know that this probably goes against the Dom stereotype, but I'm still a romantic/idealist. The latest example of this was tonight. We were watching this movie called 'Timer'. The premise behind this movie is that a company has developed a timer that is implanted in the wrist of an individual. This device has a display that counts down the number of days, minutes & seconds until you meet your true love. This of course is totally dependent on said true love have also bought into the idea of the timer and have it implanted in their wrist. Now, the main character (Ooma *pronounced like Uma*) in this story faces a rare dilemma of a blank timer. Her soul mate, whoever he or she is has yet to have a timer implanted. Anyway, Uma, exasparated by her blank timer decides to throw caution to the wind and allows herself to fall for someone who has a timer that has already started it's countdown to true love meaning that it has already locked on to someone else. Of course, as Hollywood would have it, this guy is your typical underdog. He works as a checkout clerk at a local grocery store, has perfectly disheveled hair, is a drummer in a band... (Aren't they all?) As the viewer, you can't help but to be drawn in by his simple charm. Thus, making you wish that he gets everything he deserves. Oh, but wait. This is Hollywood we're talking about here. And since tv and movie viewers LOVE splashes of "reality" thrown in their faces, this movie doesn't disappoint. At least, not THOSE people. In the end, the stupid bitch opts to go for the guy who's timer does eventually match up to hers... giving up the one guy who didn't care about any sort of guaranty when it came to love. He just took a chance on her. And got hurt. The End. I can't grasp this. Why can't life (and movies) all have happy endings for all concerned? Do we not suffer enough throughout everyday life for our love lives to be left wanting? It seems all too massochistic for me. (Which yes, I realize that some on this site are into... And Seinfeld said it, "Not that there's anything wrong with that.") Why when we deal with this shit day in and day out do we subject ourselves to the same exact thing on a device that for all intents and purposes is supposed to help us escape that reality in the first place? Who knows? Definitely not me. I think it's time to pour myself a drink and then pour myself into bed. ***Joe (Unkreative) has left the building.***
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