even need's a choice

It's Disney Playhouse on the Disney Channel. No, not a Disney Channel Original Movie or The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, not even Totally Spies. What 4-year old would be up at this ungodly hour? Maybe parents watch this to de-stress. Or maybe elders watch it to remember better days. 

How sad. Highly unlikely, though.

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I read a blog entry today by Jacques Jimeno, and if you mention his name it's not plagiarism anymore right? Get this.

NEED, SPACE, EXCUSES                                                                                

In one of my favorite movies ever, Closer, (2004) Alice (Natalie Portman) confronts Dan (Jude Law) with his affair with Anna (Julia Roberts):

Alice: Is it because she's successful?
Dan: No. It's because... she doesn't need me.

Why does "the need" scare us? Doesn't love constitute a great amount of need? Isn't it a package deal?

I heard one of my friend's friend broke up with his boyfriend. She said she needed space. She said she couldn't get the sleep that she needs because the boy hangs out with her too much. She said she couldn't study because the boy always wants to be with her. She was choking. She couldn't breathe. She needed space. Haven't I heard this story bef~ oh right!

We can talk our way out of this. We don't have to break up. If it's space that you want, I'll give you space. If you think we talk to much, I'll learn to shut up. If you think we hang out too much, I'll stay away but please don't deprive myself of you. I promise I'll change. I'll be better for you. I swear I won't call you every hour. I won't bother you when you're studying. I am sorry. I promise not to love you as much.

We fall out of love. It's not our fault, maybe. Watching too much Wong Kar-wai films taught me that everything has an expiration date. A love expires - we just wish that it wouldn't be in our lifetime. But for most of us who are more unfortunte, we need excuses for falling out of love. To cushion the blow, so to speak. To make the heart that loves us break easily. But the heart will still break into little fucking pieces and that's not going to fucking change. So quit all these fucking excuses and give a dignified heartbreak. And mean it.

Today, I lost my umbrella. And this entry is an excuse.

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I say this guy got it just right.

And contrary to popular belief, you always have a choice.