Jacques Prévert Quote II

“Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you.” – Jacques Prévert

 

 

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Jacques Prévert Quote I

“An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of the night, warmth of my life” – Jacques Prévert

 

Jacques Prévert (1900-1977), French poet. “Alicante,” Paroles (1946), trans. by Lawrence Ferlinghetti (1958).

 

 

Helen Keller Quote

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” – Helen Keller

 

 

Doni – Touching my Soul (Chillwave)

 

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Maya Angelou Quote

“You alone are enough.  You have nothing to prove to anybody.” – Maya Angelou

 

 

Blue Jasmine – Movie Review

Let me preface this review by saying I’m not a huge fan of Woody Allen’s movies, and after seeing this movie I’m even less of one. I’ll admit that I infrequently visit the world of film, preferring to be entertained by movies, so likely don’t have a refined enough palette to fully appreciate this piece of art. For example, my uncle was a connoisseur of fine cheeses, the more pungent and aged the better. Being young and curious I asked to try a small piece of cheese, not realizing that my underdeveloped taste buds were more attuned to sugary delights than refined cheeses. That taste of old, sweaty gym socks remains with me to this day. So, forgive me if I highlight aspects of this film which are signature Allen hallmarks as unpalatable. The protagonist is completely unlikeable and therefore I didn’t connect nor care what happened to her. This, to me, made the story completely pointless. At times, I found the movie almost unwatchable because the main character’s behavior was so distasteful. Self-Inflicted Wounds would have been a better title than Blue Jasmine. The supporting characters weren’t much better. All deeply flawed, with these flaws being on full display as the main descriptor of each character. Real people aren’t like this. It wasn’t even a close enough facsimile of a real person for me to suspend my disbelief long enough to enjoy the story being told. I also found it curious that all of the male and female characters were essentially created from the same mold. The female characters being these one person wrecking crews affecting the lives of all the people around them, and the male characters being victims, weak, powerless and spineless in the face of these whirling dervishes. All this despite the socio-economic status of the individual. Perhaps Allen did this on purpose. Perhaps this is a reflection of the world in which Allen lives. In any case, watching a film which is inspired by a classic and is infused with Allen’s peculiar view of the world is just not that entertaining to me. That being said, Cate Blanchett’s performance is outstanding and for that alone the film is worth viewing. I’d be surprised if Cate was not included in the list of nominees for an Oscar next year.

 

5 out of 10

 

 

JZ and Lovesickness

I have a massive headache.

And that’s as good a place as any to finally start putting my thoughts down on this blog.

You see, I got drunk last night. I didn’t drink much, two glasses of wine, two beers and two shots……..okay, that’s actually more than enough to do the job. The amount of alcohol I drank isn’t disturbing, nor the hangover I have today, or the accompanying headache. It’s the Why that disturbs me. I’m having a hard time handling my feelings, so I turned to The Drink as a coping mechanism.

Let me explain.

I’ve been seeing this woman for almost 3 months. We both agreed at the outset that this would be a casual affair, nothing complicated or serious, and that we were free to see other people. Fine, I thought, this will give me a chance to continue to practice my Pick Up Artist techniques, date these other women I’ve met and still go to strip clubs guilt free. I won’t lie to her, but I won’t tell her ALL of the truth either, I rationalised.

So, off we went.

By the end of the first month we had bonded. She had a small emotional moment when I unexpectedly had to leave the country for a short period, but quickly collected herself and we picked up right where we left off when I returned. Without realizing it, I had stopped going to strip clubs and was seeing less and less of these other women. I just wasn’t interested.

By the end of the second month we were using pet names for each other and showing public displays of affection. I also stopped seeing anyone else but her, purposely ending contact with all of the other women. Every time we got together (which is once per week) I gave her a greeting card with one of my favourite quotes hand written inside by me. We were no longer fucking, but were instead making love and regularly having an orgasm at the same time.

It’s now almost three months and I’m starting to feel a little guilty about practicing the Pick Up Artist techniques, but no longer try and get phone numbers. At this stage, I’m really just interested in the social interaction with my friends and being part of the group.

Last Friday, however, was like a punch to the gut. We got together as normal for food, sex and entertainment; basically, just enjoying each other’s company. At the end of the interaction, something snapped. I caught a glimpse of What Could Be. I felt……..love. I wanted to tell her, but fell silent instead. She noticed and asked, are you tired? To which I responded, no. I then watched her disappear into the night.

I couldn’t sleep, eventually managing to catch 2 hours early the next morning. She dominated my thoughts and I kept thinking, what the fuck am I going to do now? It’s been a few days since that night and I’m clearly lovesick. I’m having trouble eating, I’m anxious, my mood swings up and down…….I’m actually in disbelief that I’m feeling this way. This is complete bullshit! It was supposed to be a low maintenance affair, but my heart is telling me it’s more than that now.

In any case, it came to a head last night. I just needed a break from the lovesickness and used alcohol to facilitate it. Unfortunately, it backfired because as soon as my body burned through the booze, I woke up. That was 3am this morning. I’ve been awake ever since.

So, what happens next? The way I see it I have three options:

  1. Tell her how I feel and hope she reciprocates. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t feel the same way, so this has a chance of ending the affair.
  2. Keep my big mouth shut and ride it out. I’ll get over this lovesickness eventually, right?
  3. End it out of a sense of self preservation. It may be best to walk away and heal now, so I am mentally and emotionally available when Ms. Right does appear.

Options 1 and 3 are almost the same, with all three options being similar in that there is a bit of pain attached to each action. The last thing I wanted to do was get hurt.

I’m going to sleep on it and tackle this again in the morning. I’m seeing her on Friday, so I have a couple of days to make a decision.………