Monday, April 5, 2010

I hope I never get sober.

What is it about chick flicks that make them so magnetic and endearing, despite their very obvious formula-like approach of plot?
Boy meets Girl.
Connection.
Progression of Relationship.
Stupid misunderstanding.
Clear it up.
Kiss.
Wedding, or a ride into the sunset, or something appropriately saccharine-sweet to leave you with unrealistic expectations at the end.
I don't get it. I mean, I do. But also I don't.
So you know there are these epic love stories, which work out perfectly till the end. And they're not necessarily the ones that fade out on the old couple on the park bench. Not the ones with the kisses in the rain like The Notebook. Call me stupid, hell, call me repetitive, but my version of love is where I'm kept awake all night talking of inconsequential things. It's the nicest thing in the world, you know?
There's this lyric by Keane, from their song Spiralling (Album - Perfect Symmetry) which goes - "When we fall in love we're just falling in love with ourselves". I didn't understand it at first. But yes, it makes sense now. It just does. You're falling in love with someone else who is falling in love with you so you're falling in love with yourself. Geddit? Which brings me to this other lyrics, Bodies by Robbie Williams (Reality killed the Video Star), "All we ever want is to look good naked hoping someone can take it." Music bewilders me and I love it. And it's not just music I talk about sometimes.
Someone on the second floor scrawled "Love is a chronic hallucination" on a window pane. It feels like a new assignment for my brain. Stop doing this to me, man.

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