I felt like a movie Thursday evening. I started out with Hairspray but it didn’t turn my crank. I’m not into movies starring fat chicks. I don’t care about fat people. They can put them in health camps as far as I’m concerned.
Work means freedom.
I care about young hot beautiful people.
So, reluctantly, I put on Away From Her.
I’m eligible to vote for the SAG Awards and get these things sent to me.
Normally, I’m not interested in movies and books about old people. Its the plight of the young and the restless that intrigues me. Why do beautiful women have to suffer? My heart bleeds for them. I have a big heart-on for beauty.
Beauty opens up my heart more quickly than anything.
There are many roads to my heart. It’s just that beauty is a speedway to my deepest feelings while other worthier qualities may only be a bumpy dirt road with a lot of tolls.
Here’s a synopsis of Away From Her:
Fiona and Grant are an Ontario couple who have been married for over 40 years. Now, in the oncoming twilight of their years, they are forced to face the fact that Fiona’s "forgetfulness" actually is Alzheimer’s Disease. After Fiona wanders away and is found after being lost, they agree she must go into a nursing home. For the first time in the five decades their relationship has spanned, they are forced to undergo a long-time separation since the nursing home has a "no-visitors" policy for the first 30 days of a patient’s stay, so they can adjust to their new surroundings. When Grant visits Fiona after the orientation period, he is devastated to find out that not only has she seemingly forgotten him, Fiona has transferred her affections to another man. The other man is Aubrey, a wheelchair bound mute patient at the nursing home. As the distance between husband and wife grows, Grant must draw upon his love for Fiona to perform an act of self-sacrifice in order to ensure her happiness.
That exact thing happened to former Supreme Court justice Sandra Day O’Connor. She had to put her hubby with Alzheimers in a home and then he forgot her and fell in love with a woman in the home.
You may say, hmm interesting. Well, what to you is merely interesting is to me heartbreaking because my emotions are more exquisite than yours!
I am the safe friend that women talk to about their relationships. I’m no longer the one they take to bed.
There aren’t many people that I care about, so with those few that I do, then I am happy to listen, it makes me feel trusted and valuable.
I have all these gorgeous women in my life who confide all their heart rending break-ups to me and then detail how they get back together and so forth. Freakin’ models and the like. And then there are the retarded chicks who try to attach themselves to me but I keep at a distance. I’d rather listen to the problems of an attractive female than an old and ugly one. I care more for the people I find attractive. I hate to see a beautiful woman suffer, the ugly ones, not so much.
I will keep piling Torah on top of my heart till it breaks (to quote Rabbi Mordecai Finley).
