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As some may know - and if you didn't, now you do...the name of my blog is the Winter of Our Discontent. It pretty much sums up how I feel most of the time and the constant season that I live in.
I just watched Reality Bites again. I feel so connected to that movie as I feel like it sums up for me alot of my life and the people I know and the places I've been. Sometimes I ache for that kind of passion that Wynona Ryder and Ethan Hawke share in that film. The angst, the bitter passion, the longing for that other person to complete you...all of it right in front of your face. Sometimes I want that and at times in my life I've had that. However in my life I never get past that scene where he dedicates the Violent Femmes song to her in the club and she runs out. He runs out after her only to realize she is gone. What would have happened if she had stayed and let his bitter display of affection play out? Granted, in the end tragedy brings them together even if I found it to be abrupt and strange. How does one turn a lifetime of regret into a single moment of clarity? When do we move past the notion that reality does in fact bite? Sometimes winter turns into spring and then into summer without so much as even a hint of satisfaction. Isn't that what the winter is for...to prepare us for the glorious spring?
Shit, sometimes it rains all spring and it takes a bit more than 5 dollars and some conversation to keep you dry.