ZEN!!! Scriptures (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/syndicated.gif){kind=small} dj_zen) wrote,@ 2005-06-07 21:55:00 |
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All's Fair...
Listening: What’s the use in regrets...
All's Fair...
Listening: What’s the use in regrets? They’re just things we haven’t done yet. What are regrets? They’re just lessons we haven’t learned yet.
... In love and war, or so they say. I guess that what they mean is that even if it feels unfair or unjust, in love nothing is unfair and nothing is unjust. It just is, so to speak.
I think most of this was all brought on by the ending of Spanglish. When watched it the other night, I couldn't watch the extras, because it was too late and because there was something wrong with the DVD. Last night, I wiped the DVD off and tried it again and it worked. I hoped, being the believer in happy endings (in everything, mind you), that they had an alternative ending. I know that it might have knocked the goodness notch of the main character down a bit, but I just hoped that it would happen. I don't believe that things should have turned out the way that they did in the movie. No one got what they deserved, with the exception of the children of Adam Sandler's and Tea Leoni's characters.
I have to say that I did wish that some of the deleted scenes had made the final cut. I think that extended the characters, and somewhat made them more complex. There was one deleted scene where Tea Leoni is arguing with Adam Sandler, when he walks to the other side of the room and asks Tea Leoni to walk over to him. He then proceeds to tell her that they need to make a break for it and leave those two people who were arguing behind. Man, what a great move. What a great image and idea, the idea that one can leave oneself behind and just do what's right even if it feels wrong.
It was because of the ending of the movie that I started thinking about the justice in love. Is it just wishful thinking or is it a reality? Do the people who deserve love and adoration receive it? Do the people who do not deserve it eventually lose it? Is the word "deserve" too presumptious and is there some sort of scale that we can measure deservingness on?
I guess another reason why I have been thinking about these subjects is because there was a discussion at the restaurant after service about what it's like when you see a really cool girl who is dating a douchebag and vice versa, or even what it's like when someone says or does something and your opinion of them just drops and you think to yourself, "Oh, man, I wish you hadn't just said that."
It really is the worst thing when you see someone that you want happily with a douchebag. I guess it's even worse when they're with someone fantastically excellent for them, but douchebag is pretty bad too. The question gets raised over whether you say something to break their happy wading in the ocean of douche or if you should sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up (as Henry Rollins would say) and let them be. Of course you'll be there to pick up the pieces when they realize that they're swimming in vinegar and water, but is it easier to deal with it now or later. Sometimes people never really snap out of that cloudy bliss with so-called douchebag, or ho-bag-psycho-hose bitch, if you will. And that's the saddest part. Sure it could be true that they see a side of them that you don't see. But really.... If you see some sketchy behavior or unhealthy things going on in a relationship, don't you think it would be beneficial to step in? Bah! It's a huge conflict and when you start thinking about it, you realize that you have hypocritical.
Another thing that has been on my mind has been this feeling that I have been getting while working at the restaurant. There's this girl there who is originally from the UK and has the accent to match. She's a fantastic girl. She's really cool, funny and nice. She's not really my type as far as women go, but she is very attractive on the whole. Anyways, sometimes she'll be talking and I just think to myself, "Ouch... That accent hurts." It's not like a "I can't stand that accent!" kind of feeling. It's more of a memory that smarts a bit, even though she bares no resemblance to any other Brit that I have ever known. It's just an "ouch" feeling though.
I know it really doesn't mean anything. I know it's just kind of a reminder, but it's there. I'm trying hard not to relate to her on her nationality though. I think that if I did, it would leave a bad taste in my mouth. PJ thinks that I just need to find another way to relate to her, find a way to make a sort of joke between us so that when I do think of her , I think of the joke and not the accent. I think the only joke that we have erally had much so far relates to her accent. We make fun of the way each other says the word 'can't.' She says that I say it as if it were spelled 'cayhnt' in a very nasal kind of way. I insist that she's saying 'cunt.' I don't think that I want to make that our joke though.
The really strange thing is that her accent didn't start getting at me until a couple of weeks ago. I don't know what changed in my head or what circuit breaker went off, but it just happened one day. It was weird.
Anyways, all in all, I'm fine. Today, Tuesday, is my Friday. I have about five and a half more hours to go before I can begin my weekend, or at least my part of the week where I'm not working until half past eleven in the evening. This "weekend," I'm going to see Brian McKnight and New Edition with Ebonically Linguistic on Wednesday, my Thursday seems clear unless I go see Sasha spin at Axis, and I think I'm getting together with some friends on Friday for dinner, but the details aren't really set.
I saw a pretty cool promotion from the Craigie Street Bistrot in my e-mail inbox this morning. Maybe I'll try to get that girl to go and check it out with me next week, because I don't think it's happening this week. Ookie. Time for the next job. Welcome to the occupation.
All's Fair...
Listening: What’s the use in regrets? They’re just things we haven’t done yet. What are regrets? They’re just lessons we haven’t learned yet.
... In love and war, or so they say. I guess that what they mean is that even if it feels unfair or unjust, in love nothing is unfair and nothing is unjust. It just is, so to speak.
I think most of this was all brought on by the ending of Spanglish. When watched it the other night, I couldn't watch the extras, because it was too late and because there was something wrong with the DVD. Last night, I wiped the DVD off and tried it again and it worked. I hoped, being the believer in happy endings (in everything, mind you), that they had an alternative ending. I know that it might have knocked the goodness notch of the main character down a bit, but I just hoped that it would happen. I don't believe that things should have turned out the way that they did in the movie. No one got what they deserved, with the exception of the children of Adam Sandler's and Tea Leoni's characters.
I have to say that I did wish that some of the deleted scenes had made the final cut. I think that extended the characters, and somewhat made them more complex. There was one deleted scene where Tea Leoni is arguing with Adam Sandler, when he walks to the other side of the room and asks Tea Leoni to walk over to him. He then proceeds to tell her that they need to make a break for it and leave those two people who were arguing behind. Man, what a great move. What a great image and idea, the idea that one can leave oneself behind and just do what's right even if it feels wrong.
It was because of the ending of the movie that I started thinking about the justice in love. Is it just wishful thinking or is it a reality? Do the people who deserve love and adoration receive it? Do the people who do not deserve it eventually lose it? Is the word "deserve" too presumptious and is there some sort of scale that we can measure deservingness on?
I guess another reason why I have been thinking about these subjects is because there was a discussion at the restaurant after service about what it's like when you see a really cool girl who is dating a douchebag and vice versa, or even what it's like when someone says or does something and your opinion of them just drops and you think to yourself, "Oh, man, I wish you hadn't just said that."
It really is the worst thing when you see someone that you want happily with a douchebag. I guess it's even worse when they're with someone fantastically excellent for them, but douchebag is pretty bad too. The question gets raised over whether you say something to break their happy wading in the ocean of douche or if you should sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up (as Henry Rollins would say) and let them be. Of course you'll be there to pick up the pieces when they realize that they're swimming in vinegar and water, but is it easier to deal with it now or later. Sometimes people never really snap out of that cloudy bliss with so-called douchebag, or ho-bag-psycho-hose bitch, if you will. And that's the saddest part. Sure it could be true that they see a side of them that you don't see. But really.... If you see some sketchy behavior or unhealthy things going on in a relationship, don't you think it would be beneficial to step in? Bah! It's a huge conflict and when you start thinking about it, you realize that you have hypocritical.
Another thing that has been on my mind has been this feeling that I have been getting while working at the restaurant. There's this girl there who is originally from the UK and has the accent to match. She's a fantastic girl. She's really cool, funny and nice. She's not really my type as far as women go, but she is very attractive on the whole. Anyways, sometimes she'll be talking and I just think to myself, "Ouch... That accent hurts." It's not like a "I can't stand that accent!" kind of feeling. It's more of a memory that smarts a bit, even though she bares no resemblance to any other Brit that I have ever known. It's just an "ouch" feeling though.
I know it really doesn't mean anything. I know it's just kind of a reminder, but it's there. I'm trying hard not to relate to her on her nationality though. I think that if I did, it would leave a bad taste in my mouth. PJ thinks that I just need to find another way to relate to her, find a way to make a sort of joke between us so that when I do think of her , I think of the joke and not the accent. I think the only joke that we have erally had much so far relates to her accent. We make fun of the way each other says the word 'can't.' She says that I say it as if it were spelled 'cayhnt' in a very nasal kind of way. I insist that she's saying 'cunt.' I don't think that I want to make that our joke though.
The really strange thing is that her accent didn't start getting at me until a couple of weeks ago. I don't know what changed in my head or what circuit breaker went off, but it just happened one day. It was weird.
Anyways, all in all, I'm fine. Today, Tuesday, is my Friday. I have about five and a half more hours to go before I can begin my weekend, or at least my part of the week where I'm not working until half past eleven in the evening. This "weekend," I'm going to see Brian McKnight and New Edition with Ebonically Linguistic on Wednesday, my Thursday seems clear unless I go see Sasha spin at Axis, and I think I'm getting together with some friends on Friday for dinner, but the details aren't really set.
I saw a pretty cool promotion from the Craigie Street Bistrot in my e-mail inbox this morning. Maybe I'll try to get that girl to go and check it out with me next week, because I don't think it's happening this week. Ookie. Time for the next job. Welcome to the occupation.
