Hate that movie. Just watched it last night after raves from my roommates. I’m sorry. This is just a ranting session, but it just reminds me of why relationships end in divorce.
America is so non-commital.
Like the main character in this movie played by Ryan Reynolds, we put our dreams above our love interests. What happened to that I’m-yours-forever-you’re-the-only-one-for-me kind of love?
It’s been replaced by, well-we-hit-it-off-and-we-can-do-this-until-one-of-us-gets-in the-way-of-the-other-person’s-dreams-or-someone-else-comes-along-who’s-more-exciting.
The guy chooses his career over love?
Then the guy kisses two other girls before proposing?
Then the girl he’s proposing to admits to sleeping with his roommate?
Then the next girl he’s with chooses her career over him?
Then he declares his love to Emily in a drunken stupor before he proceeds to tell her to go to rehab?
When did love become so selfish?
Or only good for ones own self interest?
All I know is that I don’t want that flaky Definitely, Maybe Hollywood kind of love.
I want the Definitely kind of love that lasts.
I want this kind of love:
Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.
Love doesn’t strut,
Doesn’t have a swelled head,
Doesn’t force itself on others,
Isn’t always “me first,”
Doesn’t fly off the handle,
Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn’t revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.
Love never dies.
(taken from 1 Cor 13 The Message)
ahhhh alas, writing is my therapy!
Rene Olstead hit it on the head: