Love, love, love
Nov. 22nd, 2003 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kingandyStill slightly drunk. Is this a good idea? Probably not, but I only had a couple of Smirnoff Ices (1.5 units in each bottle, pop pickers) so it can't go too horribly wrong. (Though I've just had my mind wander halfway through typing "ghostbritain" and written "githyanki" instead, so maybe it will.) Anyway, just got back from watching "Love Actually" with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ghostbritain and his girlfriend Nevenka.
Read into that what you will.
I enjoyed Love Actually, actually. It's a feel-good exploration of the different flavours of love - not the word but the relationship it implies. It could have been cloying and saccharine, but it lolloped gleefully through the whole subject with such a big, stupid grin on its face that I couldn't help but love it. Nev thought it tried to tell two many stories and would have done better to focus on three or four couples but I rather think that's the point - it's trying to express what a universal, all-encompassing thing it is. Many splendoured, and all that. Slightly disappointed to see every coupling was M/F; it goes a little against the purported message. I guess some things are still not mainstream enough for a Christmas movie.
As I say, I enjoyed the movie, but it did make me feel a bit lonely. And not just because I'm alone in the house. Ooh, gone a bit teary all of a sudden. Combination of booze and Elton sodding John. Bastard. I wouldn't normally but I felt like something slow and most of the music on my PC is very upbeat.
Ah, the wonders of LJ-therapy. Like a mental enema.
I think perhaps there's something a little bit miswired in my head. I understand for most people there is a difference between friendship and love. I've never really had that division. I don't know if I just love everyone I make friends with, or if I tend to make friends with people I love (there's got to be something in that, right? I mean if you love somebody you're going to more actively seek to spend time with them), or maybe the whole thing is just some defence mechanism that I've invented because (POST-IT NOTE: I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue). Maybe I'm only phrasing this all in this precise way because I need affection. Maybe I only think I feel like this because I've analysed myself too closely and have argued my way into it. Maybe I don't know. Mmmm, meta. Regardless, I want to express my deep, personal love for each and every one of my friends.
Readers of books featuring Bernice Summerfield will recognise use of the Post-it note there. On the basis that defence mechanisms exist for a reason, and I might be too drunk, and I'm not ready yet.
To post, or not to post? Oh, fuck it.
ghostbritain and his girlfriend Nevenka.Read into that what you will.
I enjoyed Love Actually, actually. It's a feel-good exploration of the different flavours of love - not the word but the relationship it implies. It could have been cloying and saccharine, but it lolloped gleefully through the whole subject with such a big, stupid grin on its face that I couldn't help but love it. Nev thought it tried to tell two many stories and would have done better to focus on three or four couples but I rather think that's the point - it's trying to express what a universal, all-encompassing thing it is. Many splendoured, and all that. Slightly disappointed to see every coupling was M/F; it goes a little against the purported message. I guess some things are still not mainstream enough for a Christmas movie.
As I say, I enjoyed the movie, but it did make me feel a bit lonely. And not just because I'm alone in the house. Ooh, gone a bit teary all of a sudden. Combination of booze and Elton sodding John. Bastard. I wouldn't normally but I felt like something slow and most of the music on my PC is very upbeat.
Ah, the wonders of LJ-therapy. Like a mental enema.
I think perhaps there's something a little bit miswired in my head. I understand for most people there is a difference between friendship and love. I've never really had that division. I don't know if I just love everyone I make friends with, or if I tend to make friends with people I love (there's got to be something in that, right? I mean if you love somebody you're going to more actively seek to spend time with them), or maybe the whole thing is just some defence mechanism that I've invented because (POST-IT NOTE: I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue). Maybe I'm only phrasing this all in this precise way because I need affection. Maybe I only think I feel like this because I've analysed myself too closely and have argued my way into it. Maybe I don't know. Mmmm, meta. Regardless, I want to express my deep, personal love for each and every one of my friends.
Readers of books featuring Bernice Summerfield will recognise use of the Post-it note there. On the basis that defence mechanisms exist for a reason, and I might be too drunk, and I'm not ready yet.
To post, or not to post? Oh, fuck it.
