Older, Younger.

My husband loves Wes Anderson. No, it's okay, I'm cool with it. In fact, I kind of love him for it. Tonight we got Indian takeout and watched Darjeeling Limited and Rushmore. The food wasn't spicy enough, but fortunately, the movies were more poignant than I had remembered. The first time I watched Rushmore, I kinda walked out of the living room and into my bedroom and cried. This is for a very humorous reason. My first boyfriend gave me a mixed tape and I thought it was the greatest coupling of songs in the entire world. I thought him a genius. It took me a really long time to get over him, simply based on that mixed tape, which was actually a CD.
So all the years later I sat down with my roommates to watch Rushmore. Excuse the improper punctuation, I just don't give a damn when I'm telling a story. Distracted, so, I watched Rushmore and sat there in a living room full of people I lived with in rooms, and realized, I realized. This asshole just burnt the soundtrack from Rushmore and gave it to me like he actually spent some time on it!!!!
What kind of person are you who does that? Seriously? How can you pass off you're own emotions as the producing ability of one MARK MOTHERSBAUGH. I didn't date Devo, I dated a dude, yo! Why didn't he even bother to change the arrangements? I mean, Jesus God! This is the twenty first century. It's not like we just discovered how to arrange playlists on recordable cd's! Geeze!!!!
I'm mostly over it. I mean, I do have the greatest man in the world as my husband, it just still upsets me that some people can be so stupid! We are human beings, which in my opinion means we are all crazy. Cause, come on, just like denying the fact a mixed tape or CD or whatever it was was not of your own creation is pretty much the same as denying that every human being is insane.
I love Wes Anderson and I love his movies. They may not be perfect, but they sure remind us of what kind of people we can be and what kind of people we don't ever want to be. And how even if we turn into the kind of people we don't ever want to be, we still have the chance of making it back. I get why my husband loves it, I get why it makes me uncomfortable sometimes. Can we truly be these fictional characters our hearts so want to become, invest in, cry for and archive? Detest, reject, atone for and live for?
All I got from these movies (which I ended crying during I must confess) is that we hope to create characters, always, breath through them, live through them, have a part of them with us everyday. Despite the hypocrisy I see in movies, politics and news....at least there's Chris Mahoney. Oh, and Wes Anderson.