-Love Actually

You know what? I talk a lot of game on the subject of sex or things related but I hardly ever bring up the topic of love. Seriously, what guy does? A completely loony guy that has no fear of telling his feelings. That's who and I have no problem with debating the subject.

Love is not lust nor is it sex. Those are things we need but we cannot do without love. There is something special in that feeling when someone looks at you and just wants to kiss you like mad all because you are a complete and utter goofball. You know those little things that seem to irritate you? Well, she just might think they're cute.

It may surprise you that I love to watch movies that can move me with the feeling of love. Love Actually is one of my favorites of all time since it has so much going for it, the humor of 2 stand-ins for a porno finding out they like each other a lot more than they thought, Bill Nighy singing and doing an impressive bit as an aging rock star willing to take a bet and play completely nude, the Prime Minister awkwardly chasing a so called chubby girl, and, of course, Keira Knightley having a secret admirer with cue cards to express his feelings.

So, what is love? To me, it's accepting that person's faults and still wanting to be with them. Those soft snores that occasionally keep you up at night? The occasional farts while he/she sleeps? Seeing her without makeup? You look beyond these things as nothing beats how she looks at you in the face with a large smile after not seeing you for a period of time.

One of my favorite moments between Sara recently was when she greeted me out of nowhere as I walked around the room on my arrival. She jumped into my arms and just started kissing. The funny thing about all this is that I'm used to coming into her apartment and waiting for Sara to get off of work, not the other way around.

What I didn't tell Sara while watching Love Actually for the upteenth time (and I still love that movie) is that when the last scene with the Prime Minister arriving at Heathrow has him being greeted by his girlfriend's leaping into his arms reminded me of the above event just a few days before.

Prime Minister: "God, you weight a ton!"

Her: "You shut your mouth"

Of course, he was teasing and the couple end up kissing as we all hope they do.

What I found impressive is that throughout this movie based on love, we are shown the ups and downs rather than just a completely Americanized version. You know the type. Person is in the ruts only to end up fine. Love Actually has us follow some stories that don't quite live up to happy as some couples realize they have things to work out. Alan Rickman, one of my favorite actors heralds this nicely.

Now, you can disagree with me on Love Actually. Perhaps you hate it, hate it a lot. Critics, mostly American, had a hard time with various things but I fell in love with this movie on first sight because it gave me that feeling I enjoy having, the one where you feel inspired with life. Trust me for that is good in these days where our leaders are full of shit and lies.

You're probably asking me whether I am in love. It's quite possible that I love Sara. I told her this on my last visit that I may have hit that mountain. I'm not completely sure thanks to my complete disregard to wanting to feel. You'd be this way, too, if many of your past relationships ended up being complete duds. Sure, sex is fun and all that but love is something you strive for after all your sexual fantasies have been realized. I know I'm someone that enjoys it when a girl looks at you with eyes that speak of more than naughty thoughts but to be completely with me as I am, imperfections and all.

The narrator is right. Love is all around. I do root for those people on Diaryland that have found it but don't force our noses in it. Like entries on sex and the like, we want to know more about the person, the ups and downs. Why are you in love? Please, tell us about the time you slipped in the aisle at Piggly Wiggly, too. There is more to life than just your boyfriend/girlfriend.

What is it like to be in love? Things are just better. That old saying that the grass is greener, food tastes better, and the hugs more intimate? It's true. I look at life's idiodicies caused by our nation's fools in charge and am able to step back from anger. Being with Sara makes me happier and able to stop thinking how negative the world has gotten, just like Heathrow Airport.

When I feel that I stink, Sara tells me I smell just fine. Could it be she is in love with me? You'd have to ask her, the girl that I ride shotgun with through Indiana. I've been to Atlanta with, slept with countless numbers of times, fought with, waited for hours with little kids for Harry Potter, watched her drink coffee (yuck!), kissed in front of Borders only to find people staring at us and smiling, taken long walks with, watched her paint, curled up with while watching movies like Aeon Flux, and woken up next to.

So, you, dear reader, are welcome to scratch your head over my assumptions as to what love is. I've always said that freedom of speech is important so I must say that you sure has hell can disagree. To you, love could be sex as lust might be extremely important to you.

To end this, I must say that love does have complications. While I'm not necessarily talking about the fighting (which is healthy), I must say that no matter how close you are, just know that you need breathing room. I could never be around the same person 24 hours a day for a long period of time thanks to this independent streak within. Love is there and will always be but the mind needs to recharge on its own merit.

I am so sorry if you came here looking for a long report on sex or the like but I'm just not in the mood. Like Sammy said, it's not what life is all about. I use my blog to get out what's in my head all while doing my best to entertain on the way. Is it wrong to say that Love Actually is playing in my head right now?

As for my day, I've been beating myself up over a little incident in a store. There was a kid that stared at me. Now, I'm used to this in regards to the way my body is designed, etc. but this kid was so close to my face that I wanted to smash him. I hate, hate, hate it when people get too close to me or make me feel like a freak.

So, why didn't I? He was handicapped in a mental way. In fact, the kid was an actual kid about 15 or 17 possibly wanting help in the store. See? I'm far from perfect and hated the feeling that I wanted to punch this kid so bad over the staring. It wasn't til I saw him walk over to the counter asking for help that I realized he was this way. This was where I walked out of the store furious with myself.

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