interested13563 54M
985 posts
7/10/2005 2:48 pm

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Saturday evening and she wanted to watch a movie.
It is very rare for her to want to go out since she avoids
any place where many people gather. I suggested to
watch "The war of the worlds", thinking that it might be
a contemporary re-interpretation of Wells' famous, but
not very good, science fiction novel.

We went to a new theatre that boasts excellent sitting
and sound system. As it turned out the movie was directed
by Spielberg. I had not known this to begin with. It
was, as expected, technically good, a very expensive
production. Also as expected, it was a bad movie.
Not terribly close to the book but not enhancing it
either, it was based on a poor screenplay with
all too obvious plot and characters. A little horror,
lots of complex special effects, visual and sound,
the typical family dimension, adventure, a tearful
reunion. All standard, well-proven elements appealing
to the average, poorly-educated, American audience to
generate another commercial success. In short, I felt
sorry for the money I paid for tickets. Let me mention
two aspects that were completely absurd, in fact stupid.
The aliens who were invading Earth had buried their
deadly machines deep underground millions of years
earlier, before the dawn of humanity which, now, they were
coming to exterminate! And, why, (I cannot understand
for the life of me) would they wait for humanity to
first develop and then try to obliterate it to conquer
the planet? Why not invade the planet before those
annoying humans came around? And, then, there is the
spectacular exodus! There are aliens unleashing horrendous
destructive power in every part of the planet, and yet
humans are fleeing from every single town! To go where?
Not a single square mile of land or sea was free from
the deadly alien machines!

So, do yourselves a favour and do not watch this movie.
It is not even entertaining.

This brings me to my personal story. As the movie ended,
she run our in a hurry, literally gasping for air, saying
she was feeling very bad because the sound effects had
affected her horribly. She muttered something about her
nervous system being too sensitive. I followed her, very
worried, trying to understand what was happening. We went
out where there is a nice pond with a sidewalk, trees and
lights. She walked very fast and started quivering, shaking
like a fish that has just been pulled out of the water,
her expression tense, with an air of tragedy. She burst
out sobbing in convulsions and sat down on a bench. I covered
her with a jacket as she indicated she was feeling cold
even though the temperature was about 30 degrees Celsius
and the humidity high. As I held her in my arms, she cried
and whispered undecipherable words until finally she asked me to
help her lie on the grass where she breathed heavily repeating
that she was in a state of shock. I wanted to take her to a
hospital as I was scarred witless but she declined. She lay
there shaking, now breathing irregularly. I held her hand
and stroked her hair. I measured her pulse, a little faster
than normal but not too much. I could not understand what
had caused this or even what "this" was. Cold sweat was running
down my spine and my own breathing became increasingly fast
with worry. What was wrong? Was I losing her? I kept asking
if she felt any pain but she would not answer. There were some
people on the sidewalk but she motioned that she did not want
anybody else to notice. She did not want me to ask for help.
Luckily it seemed that her brain was working perfectly and
was very alert. Finally she asked me to take her home. I brought
my car close, helped her in and drove home as carefully as I
could, half the time my eyes fixed on her, my heart pounding
in agony, bewildered in front of the incomprehensible.

As we came in, she asked for a drink, a cognac, and I rushed
to open a new bottle of Remy Martin. Her face was the utter
expression of emotional pain, tears were running down her cheeks,
moans of despair escaped out of her throat as she could not
control her state of mind and body. As I poured her a drink she
phoned her children who live far away. Her son was at home but her
daughter had gone camping somewhere on the other side of the globe.
Sobbing she inquired if they were fine. Her ex-husband was located
and he managed to call the camping director. It was confirmed that
in spite of some bad weather her daughter was just fine. She breathed
a little easier but could hardly stop the flow of tears. I had
suspected some subconscious connection with unfortunate, sad events
of the past. Indeed, she said that years ago her boyfriend committed
suicide when she was at a movie theatre. She had run out with an
overwhelming premonition, empathically dreading of something she
could not grasp and went to his place only to find him hanging from
the ceiling. I knew the story. It is the one whose profound,
indelible pain had drawn me close to her, made me determined
to drain her tears, to lay down a better life for her. Oh, I have
loved her so dearly! And I still care for her so deeply, in spite
of several years of a failing relation. Two painful pasts brought
together do not necessarily add up to happiness, especially when
at least one of the two persons is entrapped in this past, unable
to recognize the other's needs, even the basic ones, his fundamental
right to be himself or merely to be - a relation that evolved into an
inordinate amount of stress - her uncertainty for the future, her
anxiety - my failure - our pain.

I did not want to leave her alone for a moment. Night fell rapidly,
heavily and I lay beside her, nesting her, trying to sooth her the way
I have done numerous times. She made love with me. I was too shaken
by the events of the evening and could hardly get excited. There was
no real intercourse; she basically used my body in her tragedy-loaded
way, her motion and moan marking a present bereft of tomorrow. We
had not touched each other for too long time to remember - months,
years. There has always been this veil of stress, irritation resulting from
lack of communication, a distance - yet so close - that make intimacy
impossible while so missed. She fell asleep as I held her close to
me trying to transfer her pain to me, to remove the weight she bears
so fatefully, inextricably in her heart. And I fell asleep too, in a numb
slumber, a person rendered small in the face of circumstances
not knowing if I could even hope for the light of day.

Copyright 2005 by interested13563

cajunpet 71M
1185 posts
7/11/2005 7:41 pm

I hope the best for your friend and yourslef. Has she sought counseling for her problems? It would be a great help if she did.

Take care.
Keep On Blogging!!!! Have a great day.

Cajun Pet

papyrina 52F
21133 posts
7/12/2005 6:48 am

hugs honey long term that cannot be healthy for either of you

I'm a

i'm here to stay

interested13563 54M
2557 posts
7/12/2005 10:10 am

Thank you cajun and papy!

interested13563 54M
2557 posts
7/13/2005 10:02 am

Katey, thanks for your kind thoughts and diagnosis.

keithcancook 61M
17930 posts
7/13/2005 6:49 pm

Lordy! What a night you had.
First of all, cajun has asked a very pertinent question. These types of problems can be addressed professionally.
Secondly, does she react with drama often? I wonder if that is how she always deals with her issues.
Lastly, I saw that movie and came to the same conclusions as you did. What a waste of time and cash. Where the f*** was the storyline? I was extremely disappointed.

interested13563 54M
2557 posts
7/14/2005 1:30 pm

Keith, thanks for your comments!
Hopefully, the event was rather
unique. I am glad I am not the
only one who did not find much
good in that movie!

rm_FreeLove999 47F
16127 posts
7/19/2005 6:56 pm

interested: i haven't seen the movie, but you pretty much summed up why i don't want to ...

there's little you can do if someone won't let go of pain, because they think the only way to let go is give it away ...

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