“the crane really brings out your eyes.”

I saw 500 Days of Summer about a year ago.

I love it.  And I’m not sorry.  I rented it a couple day ago and have probably watched it at least four times since.

It’s such a real, creative, honest story about boy meets girl.

It’s about the good times…

The those times…

The hard times…

And about break-ups.

Real break-ups, though.  For reasons that aren’t real… those that are completely illogical… which, a lot are.

And then things don’t work out… they just don’t.  There’s heartbreak.  There’s pain.  Pain.  Depression.  Pain.  Loneliness.  But, then, guess what?

It still doesn’t work out.

My favorite part is the Expectations/Reality part…

I laugh at my formal self in embarrassed recognition.

And I love how the film talks about the hardness of love.  The unknowing.  The fate vs. fate is bullshit argument.

T: You never wanted to be someone’s girlfriend and now you’re somebody’s wife.

S: Surprised me too.

T: I don’t think I’ll ever understand that.  I mean it doesn’t make sense.

S: It just happened.

T: Right that’s what I don’t understand.  What just happened?

S: I just woke up one day and I knew.

T: Knew what?

S: ….What I was never sure of with you.

T: ….You know what sucks?  That everything you believe in is complete and utter bullshit.  It sucks.  You know, destiny, soul mates, true love and all that childhood fairytale, none sense.  You were right.  I should have listened to you.

S: I guess it’s because I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Grey and a guy comes up to me and asks me about it.  And now he is my husband. So what if I’ve gone to the movies?  What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I’d gotten there ten minutes later?  It was meant to be and I just kept thinking… Tom was right.

Is it meant to be?  Is anything meant to be?  Is there true love out there?  Soul mates?

Or are we searching so hard for it, we convince ourselves of loves of our lives?  It’s a painful argument.  I’ve come up with a theory…

The people who believe in true love are the one’s who have found it.  And if you do believe in soul mates and you’re not in love, you’ve never had your heart really broken… the rug pulled out from under you.

It’s a pretty solid theory, I believe.  I’m not being a downer or anything… I know that people are in love and that makes them thrive more than even the oxygen they breathe.  I just also know that I don’t know about the whole thing.  And that’s okay.

What do I know?

…that I smiled like a middle school girl making green salsa tonight.

…that I am so grateful for the beer brought over to help celebrate the last addition of my pint glasses… to complete the collection.

…that the excitement of drinking out of bike glasses and “you wanna watch this movie again for a bit?” is totally understood.

…working [and working hard] with a love studying [and studying hard] in the next room is a comfort you cannot fake.

…i will not stop loving this song:

…i will always wanna dance to this song:

…things will WILL be okay.  [nay, they will be great.]

…that if there’s an art opening just two doors down with amazing local art, incredible DJs, beautiful people, custom-made animal headbands and AND a cute boy wants to go, you go:

All this to say, I know happiness.

…happiness.

I don’t know about true love.  But I know about smiling. Maybe if you believe in happiness hard enough, you’ll convince yourself it’s happening… oh, I don’t know.  Maybe it’s different.  Ohp, gotta go… it’s knocking at the door.

Hello, old friend.  Come in and have a drink.  I’ll let you have the green bike glass.

4 thoughts on ““the crane really brings out your eyes.”

  1. whoa… 90% sure that was random spam… 94% sure it’s no one that knows me… unclear, though… i am pretty fake… and definitely self absorbed.

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