What's New Pussycat?

What's New Pussycat?

Excellent choice for a quiet afternoon. Or a light night with your beloved one and a good bottle of wine. I laughed on the silly bits, was annoyed on the very silly bits (british humor, you gotta be on the mood) and reflected on my own messed up life on the insightful (purposefully - or not) bits. Woddy's debut. Nice, uh? I'm feeling rather nostalgic. So let's begin.

It's all about love today. And pussycats. Aren't those the same? For the handsome lead character, it was. Tangled. When he fell trully in love and his fiancé began pressuring him into marriage. Familiar? The problem: he was a big womanizer. A cheat. The plot: he found himself a psychiatrist that is a convict pervert and put him in a group therapy for perverts. In the end, it all falls into place, with crazyness ensured on every step of the way.

High points. I just adored Capucine's character, Renee. Of course, she's crazy, like everyone else in this movie. But she has such class and pose and finesse. She is funny and frigid and sexy. Can you imagine that? Perfect woman. O'Tootle is the perfect gentleman and the perfect arse - we pity his weakness, we love his flaws. And on a certain light, he is almost handsome. LOL.

The movie goes by without you feeling it, like a warm sunday afternoon. Not a great masterpiece, but light and funny. For sure something I reccommend. Go watch it, kiddo.

The question: why some men tend to avoid marriage at all costs? It's a universal, atemoral tendency. They date, they get engaged. Some will postpone the fateful date for years, ludibriating the poor girl to then just dump her. Or to tell her he's not ready. The thing that he forgets to mention is that he will probably never be ready to marry her. Maybe it's her, maybe it's him. Actually, I trully believe that when  a couple have been dating for a while and marriage is on the table, if the guy is reticent to set the date and his excuses are vage and everchanging, the problem really is that he doesn't want to marry her. It doesn't matter how nice he is, if he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life with you, he's not worth of your time. Then again, what do I know? Here I am, on a Sunday night, drinking wine, watching a '65 movie, writing. By myself. Again.

Go watch the movie. It's nice...

On My Own

Back to Broadway. From where I should never have left.

I have to tell you all something: Broadway rocks my little world. I want that. I want the drama, the jazz, the glitter. I want the love. I want the happy endding.
Am I reaching to the stars?

Why do people keep thinking that to want it all is unthinkable, unreachable? I have one life, and I want all that I am entitled to in this lifetime. Let me tell you a little secret - we are entitled to all we believe we are. Believe and go after it. That's where the power lies. That's what people forget - they forget to believe, they get confortable, they get lazy, they settle for less. Yes, they are happy, but you can see in their eyes the dream that one day was. Not anymore.

So, people, keep living your dull, empty lives, content with crumbs, scraps of what you once dreamed of. I might be eternally unresigned. A true nonconformist. Will this bring me happiness? Probably, no. I just know that I won't accept anything half-way.

I'll leave you on a melancholic mood... Broadway style.

On My Own

Life Is Such a Repetition

Seriously, here I am, on a major holiday, bothering my friends and brother on a respectful but still early hour in the morning. For what? Because I'm BORED out of my mind. They are ALL asleep. Well, my poor brother isn't anymore, but he has his girlfriend here, so I better stay on my side of the curb. 

Anyways. This all brings me back to 2 aspects of everybody's lives: 

Firstly: life is a cycle. 

It truly Is a repetition of patterns one is comfortable in following. Let me tell you how I came to this brilliant conclusion - One day you are very hyper and hanging out with friends, then a little melancholic, then you stay in, eat some ice cream, read a book. Then you just wanna party all night long again. Maybe I'm oversimplifying things with this moronic example, but you have maybe 3, 4 personas inside you that cohabit and live peacefully together, on cycles, just like when you plant corn and other plants that exploit too much of the earth. You HAVE to rotate the plants. You have to rotate the personas. The problem is, your life becomes a cycle of these people that, ultimately, are you. You don't move forward, you don't evolve. You keep going round and round. Sad, uh? You have to get out of this CILADA, my friend. Otherwise, you'll stay forever this young soul - not in the cute and innocent way - but in the infantile and immature way. And that's never attractive.

Secondly: Procrastination is the essence of one of my personas. The one that follows the obsessed one. Oops.

I know that I should be studying. I know that I HAVE to study. But he won't call me. So I won't study. I'll write, I'll work, I'll even take my dog on a walk. And later on engage on a crazy Jack Bauer Study Plan (you only have 24 hours!). Sometimes is not even out of spite. Sometimes is just because. Because I want to. Very volutarious this author, uh? But I never liked no-one telling me when to do things. So I do them, all right, but when I want to do them (or when I just can't avoid doing them anymore). Sad? Maybe a little. But I'm such a grown up, doing things on my own timing. ...