So, since it is the day of a wedding, it is only appropriate that I throw out my "normal" post about marriage/change/love/etc. I am not sad today, so that should make you feel better from the start.
The girls went and saw 27 Dresses last night. We were in a packed theater...women of all ages and maybe five men, who were obviously forced to come by said women. No offense, guys, but it doesn't get any more Chick Flick than this, even if it is funny. We thought we would be a little cliche ourselves, as proven by the fact that we went and saw a movie all about weddings the night before Amanda and Nick tie the knot. Awww. How cute.
It was, though.
But, that's not what I want to write about, actually. On my way home and once I got home, I started thinking about this movie. I went into it fully expecting it to be cheesy, predictable, and ridiculous. I was pleasantly surprised at the humor. The reaction by people in the theater was so stinkin' hilarious though. Girls squealing in delight. A grown woman reacting by saying "I LOVE HIM," while slapping the thigh of her friend. Clapping. (That was me.) Aww's and gasps and "Oh, my goodness, he is hot." (That was me too...and MANY OTHERS.) We had a stereotypical reaction to a stereotypical movie, and when all was said and done, I am sure most in the theater walked out talking about how cute the movie was...and funny.
Have movies like this ruined our perception of love?
I know people that have the real thing. There are butterflies, and there are mistakes. There are moments where a guy does the right thing and makes everyone melt, and there are moments of pain. The REAL thing, love, that is, is so much better than the movies, but it isn't so easy. It is commitment, trust, truth, and serving. It is from God. Yet, I wonder how many of us spend our time hoping for the surface type of love that we clap for in the movies. We keep waiting for the beautiful guy to come in and miraculously fall in love with our charm. We keep waiting for him to say the right thing, as if he were working from a script. We wait for the flowers, the duet in the bar, the feeling to be just right, the good girl to win...always. We wait. for. fiction. to. become. reality. Even if we don't admit it, we do it.
Poor guys.
Poor girls.
The storybook ending rarely happens. Neither does the beginning.
Sex has consequences. HUGE consequences. (And, I am not talking about babies or STDs alone.)
People don't always choose what is right.
Guys' eyes are rarely that blue.
Sometimes, there is no knight and shining armor who even cares.
We are made to love. Tis true.
But, maybe our definition of what love is shouldn't come from Hollywood.
It is a dangerous place to invest your dreams.
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