My Grandmother has been staying at my place for about a week or two now because she's sick and I'm close to the hospital. Everyday has been nonstop news, game shows, and chick flicks... I HATE chick flicks (with the exception of a few) so with my family's constant need to bring up my lack of a relationship, and watching nonstop chick flicks, let's just say I've got a bunch of pent up thoughts/opinions.
In the movies, the boy always gets the girl. And well, the girl... she always gets the boy. No matter what happens, they always end up together, sharing this magnificent love which spans across worlds and entire galaxies in between. Even in war zones and amongst imminent danger, that bond between the two protagonists survives and grows ever stronger as they both grow weaker. Our young heroes and heroines never succumb to the dirty diversions of the scum-ridden, tarnished world in which we all exist; they are instead surrounded in this fluffy pink bubble of love, immune to everything, it seems. And they live like that forever. No divorce, no mortgage repayments, no tax returns, no repossessions, no stress. Just an idyllic fantasy world spanning on into forever, the ideal environment for their love to continue to flourish and grow
...movies are fiction, dear friends...sorry to disappoint you, but yet again I must burst your bubble and tell you it's utter bullshit. Sometimes, the boy doesn’t get the girl, and the girl never gets the boy. Sometimes, people really do fall out of love. You can’t catch a bullet with your bare hands and you can’t put a guarantee on love. It’s a risky investment from the beginning and if it’s one that you’re willing to take, then be aware that at the very moment it consumes you, it controls you. It kills just as good as any bullet, and better. You come into this world with promises of fairy tales: of knights in shining armor and gentlemen who kiss the hands of women before asking them to dance; boys who treat girls as if they are princesses, regardless of social class, because every girl is special; balls with of ravishing, elegant women dressed in floor length, sweeping dresses in rich jewel colors, encrusted with diamonds and emeralds and rubies and sapphires, looking for potential suitors; and the very notion that this beautiful, beautiful thing called love, so enchanting to so many, is forever. What you receive instead, once your childhood is dead, is quite the opposite: boys with egos bigger than the sizes of their dicks, devoid of chivalry and gentility, who treat women as sexual objects, there to be used and defiled and abused; girls and boys who break the hearts of one another as they break the crockery, ignorant to emotion or just too fucked up to care; wild, slut-driven parties populated by girls wearing next to nothing in the dirtiest, most expensive labels and boys there simply to get their dicks ridden upon, and all of them will wake up the next morning plastered to the walls and floors with stupendous headaches and nauseous stomachs, surrounded in pools of their own vomit, crusty with semen and food stains; and you discover, in your own way, that love does not last forever, at least, not in this world, this hellish, disgusting, revolting world in which we live.
But it’s awful, if that’s all there is to it. Just a full stop after a dismal, bleak statement about our world. Making that sombre remark a fact is disheartening. It’s not like I believe any different: for some, love does not last forever. However, I do hope that whilst you’re sitting there, reading this, you don’t actually believe every word I say as your own. That would be terribly unimaginative of you if you did. It would be lovely to believe that somewhere in this world, someone thinks differently. That somewhere, someone still dreams. That’s the world’s problem, you see: the lack of dreamers. Everyone’s so busy being depressed to take the time to just sit and daydream and make believe. I believe, for one, that whilst some love isn’t forever, true, real love is. Whilst people break up, fight, fall out of love in some way, either by their own doing or by someone else’s doing; some remain deeply in love. Old couples sitting close together on park benches staring dreamily together at the same spot in the distance aren’t there because they can’t be bothered getting a divorce. That’s not my only evidence, but, ya know, it’s a pretty damn good example. Hard evidence that love can last for decades in life, and forever in whatever-the-hell-comes-next, if you want it to.
And so, in conclusion: some love lasts forever. That’s all there is to it.
In the movies, boys fight for their girls, and girls fight for their boys. They don’t give up: they endlessly struggle against the world in order for them to reach this person, in order to win them over or prove themselves to them. People say that nothing in the movies is real, ever. That we never get those movie star moments, that nothing ever goes as planned. I think those people haven’t ever experienced anything like that, because they’re too sheltered, or because they don’t believe that life can treat a person that well. It happens. People fight for one another. Even against themselves and their own fears.
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