a droplet of the water, evaporated from the waterbowl of the beloved cat Nimble from the apartment of Mrs. Perchov, only having traveled a fraction of it's journey to the moon, condensed once again meeting the cold wind of the upper atmosphere. It moved into a large cloud, mingled soulessly and randomly amongst other molecules of H2O, to move higher up into the atmosphere into the mountains, where the snowflake that was once abandoned kitty water, was caught between the eyelid and the soft fleshy eyeball of an unfortunate beginning skiier, 27 year old Benjamin, who never could successfully convince a girl to find him attractive in his life, and caused him to crash into the most annoying and perfectly formed young lady on the mountain.
If the beautiful bitch ends up being around legal age for sexual intercourse with a male over 18, if Benjamin ends up with enough courage and confidence at least converse in a controlled manner with a female since she is under 5 layers of clothing, if one of them insults the other accidentally and both end up quarrelling passionately, if the beautiful bitch is indeed unreasonably enthusiastically angry at Ben and ends up skiing down the mountain resolving to hate him for the rest of their life, then this is a romantic comedy.
So no. that doesn't happen.
instead, Ben will stumble out of the snow, awkwardly trying not to smash this girl in the face or arm or leg with the large blunt-blades attached to his feet, try to apologize to this confused girl, who ends up being only 17. she makes a joke about his incompetence, he apologizes, and they ride down the mountain having no significant consequential feelings or memories.
life is a stringing of everyday moments, the randomness of water. our minds are the way these things become meaningless to us if they do not follow a pattern. a pattern shat out of a hollywood romance narrative. days do not come and go, days are made. and wind does not bring water to your face so you can crash into your true love. you draw your own water from the well, and you go out and you try to find or make true love our of these shit-or-not days that are given to you. yes, that is it.
28 April 2009
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