Click and Fireworks
There are certain movies you shouldn't see given recent happenings in your life. For example, if a white person just called you a nigger, you probably shouldn't go watch Rosewood, lest you go on a murderous, melanin-less rampage. If you were just chased by a dog, you shouldn't watch Cujo. If you just met an attractive woman but is kind of off, don't watch Fatal Attraction or Thin Line Between Love and Hate. OK, you get the idea.
Little did I know that Click with Adam Sandler would prove to be such a movie. Let me pause to give some quick background: I had been lying to someone very close to me, my girlfriend, regarding my sexual activity. She asked me about it again and I finally told her the truth, after having kept it from her for about a year and some change. Don't worry, I didn't cheat on her but it was something pretty serious. Naturally, she was upset and disgusted with me and naturally, I felt like shit. Also, keep in mind that this conversation took place within the context of a larger one in which we were evaluating our whole relationship for other reasons, which I may share at some point.
So it's the 4th of July and my girlfriend, who we'll call FickleFlower, calls me up to see if I want to go to the movies. I, of course, say yes, desperately wanting to see her as well as relieved that she can bear to be around me, though I know the next few hours won't be easy by any means. She comes over and after some deliberation we decide to watch Click (I find out later that she didn't even really wanna see Click though from my perspective she presented it as an option. Anyway...).
So in Click, Adam Sandler plays this man who is constantly being forced to pick between work and his family, often with his family losing out to his work. He comes upon a remote, which allows him to control his universe. He can fast-forward through his life, replay parts he's lived through, pause, etc. He winds up using it mostly to escape from having to make tough decisions. Instead, he goes on auto-pilot and lets life pass him by. The remote eventually programs itself based on his decisions and begins to fast-forward through his life, always picking work over family. He becomes CEO of his firm, but loses his wife, the best thing to ever happen to him, and misses his father's death. At the end, he's desperately wishing to go back to fix things, but he can't and dies in an attempt to keep his son from making the same mistakes.
Yeah, hopefully you see the relevance to my own life and why it kinda sucked to watch that movie yesterday. It got me thinking is it possible to make the wrong decision at every possible junction so that you effectively miss out on your life, the life you could've had. Have I made those decisions already that will cause me to lose FickleFlower forever? My biggest fear in this world is wasting my life and my potential. And I've already learned the hard way that there's no going back.
FickleFlower agrees that Click wasn't the best movie watch given recent events and we begin to talk about what the future holds for us, as we find ourselves in McDonalds for the second time in 3 hours (she has an insane obsession for McDonalds). She asks me what would I do if we break up. I say pursue her, even though it would probably be of no consequence because she only wants to get together when I'm not pursuing her. She laughs at this; I missed her laugh. She tells me her mind is racing, and she is struggling to get images out of her head. She is like Morris Chestnut in The Best Man (that's a clue as to what is going on people); I say yeah, it's going to be difficult (having been put in a not dissimilar situation...by her, but that's for another time). She says all these insecurities have come flooding back; I say you're on a plateau that no other woman can reach. She says what about all the other issues? I say I'm willing to try with all my heart if she is.
* * *
Boom! Boom! Bang! Fireworks! No, it's not an out-of-this-world kiss. It's real fireworks, complete with flashing lights and loud explosions. We're on 43rd St and 1st Ave, looking at NYC's fireworks demonstration. The Chi does it better. Hell, even Boston does it better. There are tons of people outside, ooohing and aaahing at the display. I never understood why people are so amused by flashing lights and loud sounds and say as much out loud. FickleFlower says they're pretty. All I can think of is how much I don't care for Que colors, though the fireworks folks apparently do like them...a lot. Me and FickleFlower have a good time being silly, as usual. If the fireworks are any indication, things seem to be looking up.
Why does this city smell like this?
~ FickleFlower
It only matters to you how you feel; what you do to your family and friends is what counts.
~ some guy from the upcoming film, The Last Kiss
Little did I know that Click with Adam Sandler would prove to be such a movie. Let me pause to give some quick background: I had been lying to someone very close to me, my girlfriend, regarding my sexual activity. She asked me about it again and I finally told her the truth, after having kept it from her for about a year and some change. Don't worry, I didn't cheat on her but it was something pretty serious. Naturally, she was upset and disgusted with me and naturally, I felt like shit. Also, keep in mind that this conversation took place within the context of a larger one in which we were evaluating our whole relationship for other reasons, which I may share at some point.
So it's the 4th of July and my girlfriend, who we'll call FickleFlower, calls me up to see if I want to go to the movies. I, of course, say yes, desperately wanting to see her as well as relieved that she can bear to be around me, though I know the next few hours won't be easy by any means. She comes over and after some deliberation we decide to watch Click (I find out later that she didn't even really wanna see Click though from my perspective she presented it as an option. Anyway...).
So in Click, Adam Sandler plays this man who is constantly being forced to pick between work and his family, often with his family losing out to his work. He comes upon a remote, which allows him to control his universe. He can fast-forward through his life, replay parts he's lived through, pause, etc. He winds up using it mostly to escape from having to make tough decisions. Instead, he goes on auto-pilot and lets life pass him by. The remote eventually programs itself based on his decisions and begins to fast-forward through his life, always picking work over family. He becomes CEO of his firm, but loses his wife, the best thing to ever happen to him, and misses his father's death. At the end, he's desperately wishing to go back to fix things, but he can't and dies in an attempt to keep his son from making the same mistakes.
Yeah, hopefully you see the relevance to my own life and why it kinda sucked to watch that movie yesterday. It got me thinking is it possible to make the wrong decision at every possible junction so that you effectively miss out on your life, the life you could've had. Have I made those decisions already that will cause me to lose FickleFlower forever? My biggest fear in this world is wasting my life and my potential. And I've already learned the hard way that there's no going back.
FickleFlower agrees that Click wasn't the best movie watch given recent events and we begin to talk about what the future holds for us, as we find ourselves in McDonalds for the second time in 3 hours (she has an insane obsession for McDonalds). She asks me what would I do if we break up. I say pursue her, even though it would probably be of no consequence because she only wants to get together when I'm not pursuing her. She laughs at this; I missed her laugh. She tells me her mind is racing, and she is struggling to get images out of her head. She is like Morris Chestnut in The Best Man (that's a clue as to what is going on people); I say yeah, it's going to be difficult (having been put in a not dissimilar situation...by her, but that's for another time). She says all these insecurities have come flooding back; I say you're on a plateau that no other woman can reach. She says what about all the other issues? I say I'm willing to try with all my heart if she is.
* * *
Boom! Boom! Bang! Fireworks! No, it's not an out-of-this-world kiss. It's real fireworks, complete with flashing lights and loud explosions. We're on 43rd St and 1st Ave, looking at NYC's fireworks demonstration. The Chi does it better. Hell, even Boston does it better. There are tons of people outside, ooohing and aaahing at the display. I never understood why people are so amused by flashing lights and loud sounds and say as much out loud. FickleFlower says they're pretty. All I can think of is how much I don't care for Que colors, though the fireworks folks apparently do like them...a lot. Me and FickleFlower have a good time being silly, as usual. If the fireworks are any indication, things seem to be looking up.
Why does this city smell like this?
~ FickleFlower
It only matters to you how you feel; what you do to your family and friends is what counts.
~ some guy from the upcoming film, The Last Kiss
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