Where is all the love? I just watched Beastly, and it has me thinking. I know, I know, inspired by a Vanessa Hudgens movie, and enough to blog about it at 2:30 am, not my proudest moment. Whatever. The movie was cute. I have to say I enjoyed it. But that’s not the point.
The real thing keeping me up at this insane hour is the premise of the story. If you haven’t seen the movie, it’s pretty much exactly like Beauty and The Beast. But even cuter, because the characters are real high school kids, you know, relatable and whatnot. I watched the predictable love story, with the poems and serenading and jealousy and cute sunrise moments, and I couldn’t help but wonder: Where is all the Love?
I mean, as far as I can tell, love isn’t even real. Well, I love my family and I know that, but I’m talking the conry, butterfly-filled, romantic love. The love where you can’t wait to see/talk to/touch that one person who somehow overnight became the center of your universe. And you can’t stop thinking about him/her, and it makes you so insane with this stomach-twisting urge to see him/her that you can barely stand it. Basically, the love that litters all the movies, books, and songs that we constantly find ourselves enjoying. But is it ever like that outside of the movies? Am I a hopeless romantic living in a fantasy world? Because I want that. So bad.
I would like to think it is real. I mean, all the stories had to come from somewhere. It’s not like one guy decided to make up love and write a poem about it, and suddenly, this strange concept was born, one that defines much of the human psyche. So love has to come from somewhere, and be something. But why are all the good stories only in movies? In real life, shit always gets in the way of the romance, you know?
I’m a bit skeptical about love in the real world. I feel that by believing in true love, I’m being naive, and pretty soon I’ll realize my belief in love stories is about as pathetic as my belief in all the magic and fantasy stories I read. Anyone else still believe Hogwarts is real just a little?
I guess what it all comes down to is that I’m scared. I’m terrified that the crazy passionate movie love that is so beautiful it breaks your heart isn’t really out there. I’m scared the whole world is the way I currently know it, the way the world was for Kyle in Beastly before he turned ugly. I’m scared that the best passion we will ever get is from the random people we hit on to try to just feel a little something. The way everyone is simultaneously looking for the hottest person in the room to let everyone know that they can hook up with a 10. Because that, and stale relationships that are convienient, not really loving, is all I see.
Maybe I’m not looking hard enough. Because every once in a while, you can catch a glimpse of that passionate love sneaking through. I suppose I just have to hold on.
Perhaps its not about the grand gestures and the constant aching desire of the movies. Maybe Prince Charming is exaggerated. Maybe its the little things, the passion inside the everyday aspects of life, that inspire so many great poems and movies. I guess I don’t really care if its all sunsets or all grocery shopping, as long as I still get the butterflies and the knots in my stomach when I think of my real-life Prince Charming. He just better get his ass in my life soon.
I don’t know if this made any sense, or if anyone will ever read it, but I feel better now. I don’t know, that was oddly theraputic. So cheers, and here’s to hoping I find stomach-jittery love soon!