Last Night I watched (500) Days of Summer for the first time. Even though I've never watched the movie before I've been obsessed with it. Why? And how is that possible? Well, basically the soundtrack for this movie is an indie music lover's dream. I love listening to the various songs from the soundtrack like Sweet Disposition, She's Got You High, or Sugartown. So yesterday I was sitting there and listening to one of the soundtracks as usual, and the song was playing off an music video of the movie, and wondering why I had never actually watched the movie. So I decided to watch it.
Let's just say, I'm hooked, I love the movie. And I have some thoughts on it. Even though the movie was seen mostly from Tom's perspective, and we're supposed to feel bad for him, all sappy and in love. I did feel bad for him, but I related more to Summer. In the movie the character of Summer believes love is a myth and that while you're young you shouldn't be held down and you should just have fun. I really get that. That's completely what I believe. I'm not sure at what point in this society that casual dating was eliminated but at some point it was. I mean, now a days you have to be labeled, are you a couple or not. What my "problem" is and I think Summer's was, was that with a label of couple of being in a relationship also comes the commitment. The idea of commitment to me is terrifying. I really can't imagine being with the same person for the rest of my life. I guess I haven't found that special person yet, heck, I'm eighteen, I hope not. But still, I think even in seven years or so the idea of being committed to someone will scare me. But I get her, I get Summer. In the end someone's emotions are going to be stronger than the other, it's always that way. And when they make those stronger emotions present it's either going to do one of two things, either a) scare the other person, make them feel uncomfortable, and put them on the spot to feel those emotions back or b) make them realize how much the other person cares and realize they don't feel those emotions yet but they will grow into them so they lie for the moment and wait. Very rarely do two people feel the same level of feeling toward each other. And when they do then that's fate, that's them being meant to be. But the hard part comes with keeping those emotions lasting forever, that's why commitment is such a bad thing, it tests people and most of the time people fail. Summer, like I myself, is in the option a territory. I've never felt that strongly about a person and if I learn they feel that way toward me then I just automatically feel uncomfortable. I mean, how can you handle a situation like that? Unless of course you find someone perfect who will understand but let's face the facts, humans are greedy and a person who is deeply infatuated just isn't going to understand why that infatuation isn't returned. For me the end result is usually me breaking up with a person because simply because they cared for me too much. And I know that's terrible, and I hurt people. And that's the exact opposite of what I want to do, I don't want to hurt people. That's why I hate relationships, that's why I want casual dating to come back again in this world. The words 'I love you' are really terrifying, you know.
Also, speaking of summer, the real summer, like the season, has gone by extremely fast this year. It's turning into fall already. I've never loved summer, in fact, it's typically my least favorite season. But this summer has gone by so fast that I feel like I missed it. I want it back. It has also been one of the least eventful summers of my entire life, which makes less sense. Isn't time supposed to fly by when you're having fun? Not when you're boring. I mean, other than moving thirteen states away I really haven't done anything this summer. I've worked, sat at home, or went to Hmart with Amanda. I want my summer back.
But right now I have a Mindy Gledhill playlist on and I'm going to finish listening to it and either nap or continue my earlier task. Fin.
-Keshia
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