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3/04/2012

Getting a Woody


Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering – and it’s all over much too soon.

    Woody Allen  is one of my favorites. Neurosis and all he is poignant and a great critic of social "normalcy", particularly regarding relationships. I love watching his narcissistic characters spin themselves into stranger and stranger scenes. No writer has been able to capture people with such prolific absurdity and accuracy. 
    I knew my new relationship was going to work when I showed him "Scoop" and he loved it. Allen is definitely an acquired taste and quite frankly a make or break in my book. A lot is at stake, introducing my sense of humor, what Jewish families look like, and all of the oddities within each relationship. 
    The truth of the matter is I'm in love, and for some reason Woody is my guiding light. After the ugly demise of my relationship last year, I though relationships to come would be difficult and cynical. Woody has it right; relationships are definitely difficult, but you have to take it all with good humor and a grain of salt.  Any other form and you would just go crazy. But that's the best way to go with life right? I'm having a blast with this new one. I love listening to him talk about things I know nothing about (punk music) and being silly. After he borrowed the "Scott Pilgrim" graphic novel series from me I suggested Hemingway and I have never had a funnier response. He wants to read it to see what I like, but I'm certain he doesn't like it. What a trooper. 
    John Cusack in "High Fidelity" says that it's the little shit that matters (in relationships), movies, books, music. It seems shallow but the simple things are important. While Cusack plays a total jackass in that movie, there's something to be said about the newness of learning about somebody. There is something precious to the process of learning about someone new and being surprised and delighted by the things they like and feeling honored in their genuine curiosity in you. 

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