Friday, January 18, 2013

"So he calls me up and he's like, 'I still love you.' This is EXHAUSTING."

So Taylor Swift says, "never ever ever," and Adam Levine says "baby, give me one more night."

Who do you listen to?

It's so much easier to listen to Adam, right?  I mean...look at him...



But this is the most important thing he sings, y'all: 

"I'll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself.
And I'll be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell."

Mhmmm. 

If you are one of these people that make your friends REAL nervous when they see you looking at your phone in the bar because maybe you have a contact in your phone that, instead of an actual human name, reads "DO NOT CALL THIS MOTHAF***A" and yet...you know you probably gonna call that mothaf***a anyway...(or that bitch...could be a girl...this is a not a "let's hate on men" post)...it is a NEW year.  Get it together.

If you have been in a relationship with someone who has broken up with you only to call you crying a few weeks later saying that they were sorry and they do NOT know what they were thinking, and then you get back with them for a few months only to have them break up with you AGAIN, rinse, and repeat...it is a NEW year.  Get it together.

If you are only reading this because you decided to take a 5 minute break from Facebook stalking your ex...it is a NEW year.  Get it TOGETHER.

Recycling is good for the environment, but it is NOT good for your love life.  There is an incredible freedom and inner peace that comes from declaring with absolute certainty that you are done with someone.  That peace doesn't come until after the heart-crushing feeling of devastating loss wears off...but...the feeling does wear off, and then you are left with the peace.

So next time you get the urge to go digging for bad ideas in the compost heap that is your dating history, remind yourself of this:  there is someone out there for you who is going to make you happier than you ever dreamed you could be and you have not met this person yet. 

And you know what? Maybe you ARE meant to be with your high school sweetheart.  Maybe the 47th time around with your ex will be the charm. Maybe your exboyfriend will come running up to you on the streets of Paris like Big did to Carrie and rescue you from a life of loneliness only to break your heart one final time before actually marrying you.  But you can't live your life thinking like that, because if any of those things are going to happen, they won't happen because you forced them. 

So for now, just sing it out like Taylor and repeat after me:  "We are NEVER EVER EVER getting back together."

Keep the faith and keep it moving.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Our Secret Shame: Creative Editing with Our Friends

I didn't start watching the HBO show Girls when it first came out because it looked sort of tragic and ridiculous.  Eventually I heard a few people say it was good, so I checked it out.  (Plus, it's on HBO, and I've never seen an HBO series that I didn't like.)


Basically, HBO and Showtime should just make all the shows.  Like, all of them.  Like this:




or this:




I've watched about half of the first season now, and it is, in fact, both tragic and ridiculous.  But it's also sort of awesome.  And scary.

This is Hannah.


Profoundly insecure, yet firmly convinced of her own emotional depth and sharp wit.

This is Adam.



Profoundly douchey.  Enough said.

I love watching Hannah screw around with this absurdly bizarre guy and then seeing the altered version of events she recounts to her friends.  She never actually lies to them, but what she conveys is never the whole truth.  She gets creative with her editing, keeping the really fucked up bits a secret, and telling them only the parts she can bear mixed together with the little glimmers of hope he gives her.

In one episode, she gives him "THE SPEECH."  Any girl who has ever had a not-boyfriend knows this speech.  This is the "what are we, what are we doing, no, I'm not pressuring you to be a boyfriend, but can't you do all the things that boyfriends do and we just won't call you that, I can't do this anymore, because I don't think you give a shit about me, but please, I beg of you, tell me I'm wrong" speech. 

Not that I've ever given this speech or anything.  Ahem.  Moving on...

As she's delivering her touching little monologue, Adam just stands there like an asshole, shirtless in all his pasty white glory, pants unbuttoned, staring at her while she's talking with a blank expression on his face.  As soon as he sees an opportunity, he starts touching her.  He doesn't even really pull her in for the kiss either.  He just kind of touches her, like he's unbuttoning her shirt or something.  The poor girl stands there, lip quivering, and then she is the one who moves in and kisses him.  You can see the expression on her face when she knows she is going to give up and give in and undo everything she just did and have sex with him.  Because once you've poured your heart all over the place and had a guy stare blankly back at you for like five minutes straight, what the hell else is there to do but have sex? 

When she tells the story later to her friend, she focuses mostly on the part where he touches her face and says, "Be who you are."  She leaves out the fact that the conversation actually went like this.

Hannah:  Why didn't you text me back?
Adam:  After you sent the picture?  Well I jerked off to it.
Hannah:  You jerked off to it?
Adam:  No, you looked like you were getting fucked by a cucumber.
Hannah:  I can't take a serious naked picture of myself.  It's not who I am.
Adam:  So be who you are.

All she gets out of that is that he touched her face and said, "Be who you are."  It doesn't matter that he talked about jerking off and getting fucked by cucumbers or that when she first got to his apartment, he told her that her eyebrows made her look like a Mexican teenager (although to be fair, that was not an inaccurate assessment). 



You be the judge.

But anyway, the rest of it doesn't matter.  She holds on for dear life to "Be who you are" and that's the version that she tells her friends later.  It's enough for her to even say that they are "basically together."

Dear.  God. 

Is this what we are ALL doing?

I will admit, I've gotten creative with editing before.  I, too, dare I say it, am a writer, after all.  I've left out absurd things guys have said to me when telling the story to my friends because of embarrassment and because I wanted to remember the edited version of how it happened instead of the less pleasant true version.  I've been trying to do that less, because what I'm learning is that it's the absurd bits that make for the most interesting story-telling. 

But it can't just be us writers and wannabe writers who are doing this. 

I had to ask a couple other friends for confirmation, and sure enough, yes, people are leaving shit out all over the place. 

Guy to Girl:  You're like the prettiest thing ever.  I'd like to spank you with a Trapper Keeper.
Girl to Guy:  Um...what?
Girl to Her Friends:  He basically told me that I was the prettiest girl in the whole world!

...

No.

Although, the Trapper Keeper does have interesting textures...



Could be fun?

There are firm believers out there that say it's important for things between two people in a relationship to remain between those two people, but so many of us can't help but tell our friends every little detail.  For me, if I haven't shared it, it didn't happen. 

Furthermore, if you are dating a creative type, you're really in for it. You will surely end up written about in a book, a movie, or a song, and only if you're lucky will names be changed to protect the guilty.


Now I was told once by a guy who was concerned about the way he was being portrayed to my friends that people tend to have a handle on the good stuff so they don't talk about it as much.  They don't have a handle on the bad stuff yet, so they need to talk it out.  He was right, to an extent, but after seeing this episode of Girls, I realized that the flip side is also true.

Bottom line is:  if you're going to share your business with your friends, whatever business you choose to share, paint an accurate picture of the situation--the good, the bad, and the ugly.  You owe that yourself, to the person you're talking about, and to the friends whom you trust enough to hear these details.  Otherwise, you'll end up convincing yourself that the version you told your friends is true, which could really backfire later.

Or, you could act like a grown up and keep your business to yourself.  But let's not get crazy.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Reason

Does everything really happen for a reason?

Sure, but sometimes that reason is just that people suck.

Some people are fond of certain cliches, old sayings that they can pull out of their back pockets whenever things seem particularly shitty.  "God has a plan."  "Things always work out for the best."  "Everything will be okay in the end.  If it's not okay, it's not the end."  "Everything happens for a reason."

No.  I don't really agree with all of that, not the way that some people do.  Because how can anyone really be accountable for anything if everything that has ever happened was meant to happen in exactly one way? 

I think life gives you opportunities.  I think some forks in the road take you to completely opposite outcomes and some circle back around and meet at the same place no matter what you do. I think some things happen as a result of the altruistic actions of genuine, kind-hearted people.  Other things happen because people are selfish and cruel.  And still other things just...happen.  And instead of comforting ourselves with empty cliches, why can't we just sit back a moment and take inventory.  What did I lose?  What did I gain?  What can I do now?  How can I work with what I've got?

And, of course, the most important of all:  What did I learn?

My dad always says that one of the most frustrating things that he sees people do is insist on learning hard lessons for themselves.  "Why do you need to burn yourself to know that the stove is hot?" he says. "The burns of other people aren't enough evidence for you? Don't touch the stove. It's simple."

But it's not simple, is it?

What is that inner voice in us that challenges us, that double-dog dares us, to pass a hand through the flame? That deludes us into thinking our skin is thicker than everyone else's and we will be the first not to get burned?

I'll tell you who that inner voice is. It's Gary Marshall. And Nancy Meyers. And Nora Ephron.  And all the fine folks at 20th Century Fox, Paramount, and every place else. It's the writers for all the shows on the WB (and yes, I mean the WB, because that's what it was back then) and the sitcoms that aired on ABC's TGIF Friday night line-up.

Movies and television are part of the problem.  In that world, in the world of storytelling, everything DOES happen for a reason.  You don't show someone sneezing unless they are about to get sick.  Screenwriting should be an integral part of the school curriculum. Children need to know early on how little screenwriting has to do with what happens in real life.  In real life, sometimes a sneeze is just a sneeze. 

And that is not to say that I discourage the dreamers and the believers and those that aim to accomplish the impossible, because take them out of the picture, and you have just erased the things I love most in this world. It is only to say that as you grow up, you realize that just because something always has been doesn't mean it always will be.  That some people who pop back up in your life by chance didn't do so as part of some grand plan.  That life, this crazy, wonderful, horrible, amazing thing we call life, is sometimes just fucking RANDOM. 

Everything happens for a reason, yes, but that is not the same thing as saying that everything that happens is SUPPOSED to happen.  We have all been victims of injustice.  We have all been blessed.  We mourn the tragedies, we celebrate the triumphs, and we never stop fighting for the number of wins to be greater than the number of losses.  Because, yes, everything will eventually be okay.  But then it won't be okay.  And then it will be okay again.  And on and on it will go.  And we will continue to make the best of it.