Surely some would consider it banal: the bitter and the sweet.
” You can do whatever you want with your life, but one day you’ll know what love truly is. It’s the sour and the sweet. And I know sour, which allows me to appreciate the sweet.”
Ok. It’s sour, not bitter. But the point is, Brian gets the girl in the end, and David gets disfigured and kills himself.
” You will never know the exquisite pain of the guy who goes home alone.” Says Brian, as inverse foreshadowing to David’s going home alone, with a broken face. Alone.
I watched that movie 100 times or more, drunk and weeping. It summarizes my world view exactly: sooner than you know, your life will be horribly fucked, or, just normally fucked – you will get older and alone. Everybody will. So, we must behave differently. More seriously, Take the sweet and hold onto it. Fight to hold onto it. This life is not a story board. Its real, and the outcome is death.
This makes my commitments to people very very serious. Too serious for those who believe in endless summer vacation. But I’m warning you – you’ve already wasted too much time, if you really want to learn to play the piano. It takes longer than you app users can EVER imagine to actually learn to play the piano. You will never know the exquisite pain of the guy who goes home alone.
Of course, I’m not really talking about playing the piano. It’s a self-centered activity, and, remember you are already going home alone.
The way you don’t go home alone is to court your soulmate. I’m warning you app suckers – it takes longer than you can possbly imagine to learn to love, and to be loved in return.
David gets cryogenically frozen, and opts to have an eternal “lucid” dream played in his head, of a forever-life with what’s-her-name. My dream exactly. Not with what’s her name though. But Cameron Diaz breaks into the lucid state. And, she is the one who is truly in love with him. What’s-her-name hooks up with Brian pretty quick, and rejects smash-face David. So you tell me – what is that message? Who loves whom? Why on earth is it even an option to accept “defeat” when the one you love is right there? I think that’s some kind oo miguided Puritan anti-wisdom.