Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Real (Happy?) Ending

Mindy Kaling recently wrote a hilarious article for The New Yorker about her secret love for romantic comedy films, likening the genre to sci-fi in their farfetched, unrealistic depictions of falling in love.  She proceeded to form a glossary of the different female archetypes found in the very limited canon of story types the genre espouses.

To piggyback on this idea, I think there are common plotlines found in the movies that are rarely to be found in real life.  Here are a few that I have come to accept will never happen:

Watts vs. Amanda Jones
One of my favorite rom-coms growing up was the John Hughes classic, "Some Kind of Wonderful."  I so identified with tomboy best friend, Watts, played by Mary Stuart Masterson.  The movie's lesson is that despite the fact that Watts commonly gets mistaken for a boy, prides herself in not wearing a bra and starts treating her best friend Keith like dirt as a reaction against her own feelings for him, she somehow gets the boy in the end.  Even after Keith has a tender moment of connecting with his longtime crush, beautiful Amanda Jones played by Leah Thompson.  Not gonna happen.

The Opposite Theory
Let's go back to John Hughes, definer of my generation's teen romance flicks.  The original story of "Pretty in Pink" (yes, I read the paperback novel in my obsession with this movie) has a surprisingly realistic conclusion where main character Andy Walsh, from the wrong side of town, does NOT end up with rich boy love interest Blane McDonough.  He ditches her at prom for a girl more like himself with money and from the right side of the train tracks.  When Andy arrives at prom, she finds her doting friend Duckie there to rescue her from humiliation and they have a blast in the face of all the rich kids judging them.  However, the film version changes the very key end of the movie to bring Andy and Blane together in true Hollywood fairytale fashion.  They just couldn't stomach putting the sad truth on screen, that like sticks to like and the girl with a disadvantage usually doesn't get the guy.

One Wrong Makes a Right
The plotline is simple: Unlucky-in-love girl with a heart of gold has become closed off to relationships from being hurt one too many times.  And by one too many times, it usually means once in a bad way.  But the truth is, a girl can go through an almost identical scenario multiple times over the course of a decade.  It looks a little more like this: Closed-Off, Self-Protective Girl meets boy, girl and boy connect and become good friends, girl gets excited about finally opening her heart to someone, girl finds out boy is dating another girl. 

Hollywood is bad for the heart.  It creates its own laws of nature that can mislead poor suckers like myself on a lifelong process of undoing expectations.  But the other thing Hollywood has wrong is its paralyzing fear of imperfection and disappointment. The movies don't tell you that the complicated girl usually doesn't get the guy, that opposites usually don't attract, or that painful scenarios can play out multiple times for no apparent reason.  But the movies also don't tell you that strength and perspective often only come through great disappointment.  After Conan O'Brien's dramatic departure from "The Tonight Show" and almost 2-decade relationship with NBC, he said, "There are few things more liberating in this life than having your worst fear realized." But he was only able to say this in retrospect, after going through depression and the most difficult time of his professional life, a year later.

As I wrestle with my own disappointment of the day, it doesn't hurt any less than it did the first time.  And it's just as confusing.  But I no longer wait for the Hollywood ending that I know will not come in 2 hours.  Or ever.  Instead, I live in the reality where things are broken-record broken, but will be redeemed.  Someday, I'll have a real story full of pain and awfulness and amazing restoration, with a true happy ending.  The hard part is waiting for it.  By the grace of God, I'll get there.

Sunday, August 07, 2011

Reflections on 35

In a few days, I turn 35. On that same day, I leave for Japan for a 2-week missions service project. Though I didn't plan anything for my birthday this year - partly due to the distraction of preparing for my trip, partly due to the not wanting to acknowledge turning another year older - I had three delicious birthday dinners this weekend in what I like to call Birthday Face Stuffing 2011.

In the wake of my 35th year of life as we know it, I'm reminded of a few things...

1 - I love my friends. I walked back very contentedly from my dinner at new LA restaurant Son of a Gun and thought this to myself. I am convinced I know the best people in the world, and I love them with all of my heart. They insisted we celebrate my birthday when I was ready to let it pass me by. They laugh at my jokes, they cry with me, they put up with my outspokenness and penchant for the dramatic. They are the best.
2 - I love my life. I'm so aware that each day is a precious gift to me. I live in beautiful LA, and God has provided me everything I need.
3 - Getting older is not a bad thing.  Although I may struggle with this more frequently than I'd like to admit, there is a wisdom and perspective I'm learning to love and embrace with every year that passes.  As I write this blog entry, 1986 movie "Stand By Me" is playing on cable. I loved this movie as a kid, but as an adult the story of adolescence, friendship and death even more touching and delightful. I have gone from relating to young Gordy to relating to old writer Gordy.

I'm taking a deep breath. Ready for another year.

Monday, July 04, 2011

Something Old, Something New

Last night, the ladies of the La Salle house enjoyed one last evening of celebration in a most appropriate way: a wedding. After 4 years together under the same roof, seeing one another through deaths, breakups, personal crises and victories, we emerged each of us different people than we were in 2007 - for better or for worse. After celebrating, 4 of us returned to the hotel, one less for our married roommate. Instead of going right to bed - as we were certainly tired enough to do - we spent some time on the beautiful hotel patio, all aware that is was our last time together.

Having returned home today, this week I lose another another roommate moving to Seattle for grad school, and another couple of dear friends relocating to Boston. This totals at 4 goodbyes in one week.

I think I'm getting better at this. I've known this mass exodus was coming for months now. But I have said goodbye many times before, in some cases slowly and gradually and other times abruptly with no warning. I have crossed a threshold somewhere along the way, where I understand life will always include some element of loss. We can't hold onto everything just as it was, perfect in memory. Instead every moment has its moment, every time its season. New ones will continue to replace the ones that end, but there is a time for every purpose under heaven. Coming out of last year, I feel this lesson is fresh. And just as I know I'll be eager to reunite with these friends I'm used to seeing everyday or week, I look forward to a time when all that has ended will begin new again.

What new season awaits me? I have no idea, but I don't want to miss it. But unlike other forks in the road I've encountered, I long for a fresh start of my own even as I dread the goodbyes to my friends. I'm starting to believe that the best is yet to come.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Farewell, 2010

As it turns out, my New Year's Eve ended up fairly low-key. I made it to two of the three parties I intended to go to, spending most of my time at my house with a small bunch of friends. There were others on my heart and mind though, that I would have loved to be with for my favorite holiday of the year.

At the stroke of midnight, Dick Clark ushered in the New Year as he has every year for decades now. Successor Ryan Seacrest performed main duties as master of ceremonies. Dick still had the honor of counting down the final seconds, but age and a stroke have made it difficult for him to speak as freely. Afterwards, Far East Movement kicked off the after-party concert. FM used to hang around REHAB/Scratch Academy and help man the registers. They've come a long way. It was one of those moments realizing things have changed.

It is with mixed feelings that I ring in this new year. I say farewell to the last year Hideo lived to see, but also welcome in a new year of the changes that have happened since - both in my own growth and in the relationships around me. People - like the years - have come and gone, and will continue to do so. I think 2011 will be about regaining my footing on things that last, finding a new way to hope.

Though a bit more melancholy than in years past, I welcome this new year as a gift that will unfold all the way through December 31. I think I'm a bit more ready for this one.