Tomorrow is supposed to be in the mid to upper 90’s. Blaaah. Now I don’t want to wear the short-sleeved dress I was going to wear to graduation. Well, I’ll still wear it, but I won’t be happy about it.
Being an English major and the somewhat odd person that I am, I invariably think more than necessary sometimes. For example, tonight I watched The Painted Veil. My eyes are still a bit scratchy (although that really could be allergies, who knows) a half hour later. I thoroughly enjoyed that movie, but I’m not really one for thorough reviews. I hope I’m not spoiling the plot for anyone, but if you didn’t already know, it’s something of a love story. That said, here comes the vagueness as I attempt to avoid spoilers.
I really like that type of love story. However, I do not like what happened to bring said love story about. This got me to thinking…what is it I like about this kind of story? spoilers?
Is it the beauty of reconciliation? Or the strength found in passing through trials?
See…if that’s the case, I’m confused. Because that certainly isn’t a model I want to emulate. I would really rather have a relationship that doesn’t have to go through hell in order to be great. Maybe I’m just being idealistic since I’ve never really been in something I would qualify in this circumstance as a “relationship”.
Maybe I appreciate the love that grows between two people who know and are intimately acquainted with the fallen humanity of the other person, and they choose to love each other anyway.
I think that’s it. Because that is strongly reflective of my personal views about love/relationships/marraige.