I chanced to cruise my TV sometime in the afternoon when I got stuck on a movie titled Ghost Town. To be fair, the movie was to start in a few minutes, and a loyal ticker told me in no uncertain tones about the impending.
Mix my penchant for horror with the opportunity to an unrestricted power over the remote control, and I was done.
I expected scary stuff, screams and zombies. Instead the movie revolved around a dentist who had unexpectedly earned the ability to see ghosts, and how he deals with it. No screaming, no running, no hiding at all.
I cannot say that I loved the movie. But there was a moment of serendipity. That scene is of the dentist and a dead man's wife talking about their past romances, and the dentist admitting that his previous relationships have been boring. This is what the widow says:
Mix my penchant for horror with the opportunity to an unrestricted power over the remote control, and I was done.
I expected scary stuff, screams and zombies. Instead the movie revolved around a dentist who had unexpectedly earned the ability to see ghosts, and how he deals with it. No screaming, no running, no hiding at all.
I cannot say that I loved the movie. But there was a moment of serendipity. That scene is of the dentist and a dead man's wife talking about their past romances, and the dentist admitting that his previous relationships have been boring. This is what the widow says:
We just get the one life, you know. Just one. You can't live someone else's or think it's more important just because it's more dramatic. What happens matters. May be only to us, but it matters.
And is it not true for me? It is actually.
I have this nagging sense that leave aside the fact that I am still childless, I have nothing really to say. I have no huge problem to sing tra-la-la about.
The time has passed like shifting dunes, but I have still not experienced some of the extraordinary amount of pain and trial that other members of th ALI blogosphere have had to bear through.
But this is my story and it may be as boring as it gets, and I can't help because it is not like I haven't wanted to change it. But it is mine to say.
There is a beautiful term I had read on Stirrup Queen at some point of time: Pain Olympics.
I am not really claiming that my b@@bs are less/more sore than yours, or that my AF is less/more bitchy than yours, or that oh-my-quest is less/more holy than yours. All I am saying is:
'Gawd, this is horrible. For all of us.'
Not every corn will pop, but who is to judge the popped ones on how much heat they took and how? And the unpopped will not go unnoticed, but for all the possible reasons of the outcome, who can really judge the heat they did/did not take?
^WiseGuy^
1. Love your limericks!
ReplyDelete2. Was lol at your responses to @$$vice.
3. How neat, what you took from that movie. I saw it and just thought it was a silly comedy. I like your take better!
I think the subjective factor makes anyone a winner in the Pain Olympics.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, it is very true that what happens matters. And the popcorn and the heat metaphor is great, congrats on putting it so eloquently. Off to vote now. :-)
Love your limericks!!
ReplyDeleteYes, it is horrible. Maybe horrible in different ways, but still horrible for all of us. Even now that I have my son, it is heart breaking for me to watch so many bloggy friend still fighting for what they deserve so badly.
I'm still hoping and praying for you, friend.
I love it (sometimes) when a movie makes us think. I agree that we all go through our stuff. It's pours and it can suck and throw our lives for a loop.
ReplyDelete*HUGS*
Great post! Isn't it amazing what triggers those deep thoughts sometimes?
ReplyDeleteSorry I've been such an awful commenter. This post is so awesome. So so true.
ReplyDeleteI like the corn popping analogy- and may have to use that in the future. It's pretty Zen when you think of it...
ReplyDeleteIt's incredible how insight can come from unlikely places when your mind is open and wandering.
ReplyDeleteWaiting month after month is soooo hard. I did that for many years. There are some aspects of waiting that seem even more difficult because you feel like you are standing still, not moving, no matter how hard you try. Also there are so many highs and lows too. AF, wait 2 weeks, OV, wait 2 weeks. Getting your hopes up, trying to read "signals" in your body. It's a total mind game that wears you down in a way that is indescribable to someone who has never been there.
I get it Wiseguy. I loved when I read on Mel's site about the "Pain Olympics" too because it seems prevalent in the community. There are problems and complications and tragedies- those are the acute pain, they get all of the attention, they bring forth many of our big fears to the front of our mind, but it's the chronic pain, the month after month, year after year that can also break our spirits. Neither one is "worse", they both hurt in their own ways and yes "Gawd this is horrible, for all of us."
I keep your posts to read when I have the time to contemplate with a clear mind. You give me "Moments of Awakening" and for that I am truly grateful.