The other night me and the girlfriend watched Woody Allen’s ‘Husbands and Wives’ over a heartburn-y meal of 1 pound fajitas from the local Taco City.
Lately that place has been dropping the ball as I’ve noticed the past few times I’ve ordered from there I’ve felt decidedly unwell. Of course I’m no quitter, so I’ll probably stick with them until I wind up in the hospital with botulism. Anyway, the combination of the movie and Mexican food played havoc with my intestines. In the middle of the film I had to rush to the john to release a torrent of mud from between my ass cheeks that was akin to the mud slide Michael Douglas and Kathleen Turner experienced in ‘Romancing the Stone’… It was quite impressive I must say, but this entry is not about the sizable heft and weight of my bowel movement, it’s about relationships…I think the girlfriend was expecting a slightly more humorous flick – even though I had warned her that it was pretty much of a downer – and at its conclusion, she was left in a bummer mood. I recall seeing the film in the theater and coming away from it that the mealy mouthed, passive aggressive character played by Mia Farrow was fucking irritating beyond belief, and after watching it again I felt similarly. To give a quick synopsis for those who haven’t seen it, it’s a film about relationships, specifically two marriages that are having troubles, the typical types of problems all marriages/relationships face i.e. sexual boredom, infidelity, false expectations, the death of ‘passion’, disappointment, resentment, compromise and chronic dissatisfaction. What I really was struck by watching it this time around, was how sort of naïve it was. I mean especially for a man Allen’s age. “WAAAAHHHH…relationships never seem to pan out the way you expect them to!!” – uh… No fucking shit Sherlock! You haven’t figured that much out? I suppose if you’ve lived an entire lifetime sheltered from the real world, hard life lessons don’t come quickly. Personally I feel that Woody Allen’s summation of love- “The heart wants what it wants” is the quote of an over-indulged, selfish prick that doesn’t have a thought for anyone besides himself.Getting back to the flick, one great theme that ran through it was the question..“Can passion last in a relationship?” My thoughts on this are - define ‘passion’, and moreover define your idea of a ‘relationship’…What is a ‘relationship’ to you? Some never ending feeding frenzy of a fuckfest, or is it a partnership? - A coming together of like-minded individuals forging a bond, a levee if you will, to stem the river of bullshit that keeps lapping at the door. Is it companionship, or sex? Does one expect EVERYTHING turned up to 11 for the rest of their lives? Do these same assholes expect Santa to bring them toys if they’ve been good all year?As far as passion goes, there are many types.. physical, mental, artistic… If you find someone to share any one of these with you, you’re on to something. Of course most people just define passion in a relationship as a physical thing – the most tenuous of all the passions – so when it eventually cools off, all is lost.All is lost…
I dunno, the thing is, I’m just ambivalent about this whole discussion anyway. You see, somewhere around 30 I started to stop caring when it came to women. I’d been fucked with a few times too many, and I just thought it easier to cut off the emotional spigot. At the time I thought it was the prudent thing to do, to no longer have to endure all that annoyance of dealing with people. Unfortunately, after awhile this whole ‘not caring’ deal spilled over to the rest of my life, so now I seem to not care too much at all about anything in particular. I basically have the inability to feel except in the most extreme circumstances. So I don’t recommend it.. this whole ‘not caring’ deal.
Now don't get me wrong, I can LOVE and I DO love, it's just sometimes it feels like its all buried beneath ten heavy overcoats and a smelly down comforter.
Still, I don’t go in for that self-righteous platitude about having to throw oneself into ‘love’ and give over to the natural joys we are all entitled to. Personally, I don’t believe in entitlement. In fact I believe the opposite; I think most people deserve the worst. It’s funny to hear some people’s reactions to my opinions on love and relationships. They actually become unglued, as if I was some unholy blasphemer. I guess people need their little fairytales, and far be it from me to take it away from them.
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