How come it always seems so arbitrary when characters in movies or TV start a romance with some other character, seemingly just because they are around? Seems to me, that kind of thing yearns to happen but rarely does. You have that weird interest in that person at work. You find yourself ranking your associates by who you'd sleep with on a desert island. You see someone in the train/cafe/etc. and *bam* you'd want to ... get to know them.
I remember daydreaming very vivid visual fantasies of women on BART and myself getting it on. It almost always started the same way. I'd want to touch their face, and tell them how pretty they were. It was rarely a physical thing, it would frequently be some weird aspect of them that had caught my eye. Perhaps a businesswoman who had hello kitty earrings, or a girl with an interesting scar on her lip, or maybe she was humming or tapping her fingers in some way that I harmonized with. Who knows. The fantasy never really got very explicit - it never needed to. The point was we were so close and yet so far away.
I think sometimes the distance between an accepted lonliness and a whirlwind passion is like the width of the glass (was) on the WTC Skydeck, thin and invisible and deceptively safe. I remember people leaning up against the glass there and looking down to feel the rush. Now I need only look at popular entertainment to see people leaning up to the glass and looking in to feel a rush.
Yet despite that it seems fairly clear why these scenes happen constantly, I still feel that they are unbelievable. Conflict of interest?
* this is the worst thing I've written in months *
Posted by Matt at December 8, 2003 04:21 PMread more »
hooray for Rachael! Have fun out there!
Posted by: Matt at December 11, 2003 05:31 PMme crazy asian girl.
me say hie.
me going home to malaysia.
me say merry happy blessed whoopeee christmas!
:)
Posted by: racheal at December 10, 2003 11:17 PM