High drama. I saw some tears today. Plenty of gloom and doom and none of it to do with economics or politics. I think this is a day the insecure feel even less secure (unless pandered to in a big way), the singles feel miserable (or resentful) and the rest are happily oblivious to all the hype and hubris.
For me it was a day filled with mixed emotion. Maybe you hope some people will pledge undying love to you, place their heart on the alter of sacrifice. How can you selfishly want to be adored at that level when you already adore someone, and she adores you? The selfish impulse is strong, especially so on Valentine's Day, as is our narcicism on this day above all days. Thus may the Force be with you.
Charlie Kaufman: There was this time in high school. I was watching you out the library window. You were talking to Sarah Marsh.
Donald Kaufman: Oh, God. I was so in love with her.
Charlie Kaufman: I know. And you were flirting with her. And she was being really sweet to you.
Donald Kaufman: I remember that.
Charlie Kaufman: Then, when you walked away, she started making fun of you with Kim Canetti. And it was like they were laughing at *me*. You didn't know at all. You seemed so happy.
Donald Kaufman: I knew. I heard them.
Charlie Kaufman: How come you looked so happy?
Donald Kaufman: I loved Sarah, Charles. It was mine, that love. I owned it. Even Sarah didn't have the right to take it away. I can love whoever I want.
Charlie Kaufman: But she thought you were pathetic.
Donald Kaufman: That was her business, not mine. You are what you love, not what loves you. That's what I decided a long time ago.
Donald Kaufman: Whats up?
Charlie Kaufman: Thank you.
Donald Kaufman: For what?
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