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Nothing like old movies to make me feel all happy and warm and fuzzy.
Watched To catch a thief today. It was on ARTE, a German/French TV station, and I was really worried at first because these people talked French all the time, and really fast. But fortunately it still was the German version, onyly they hadn't dubbed the conversations among the French policemen and waiters.
It was really nice. I like these old movies where the camera turns to the window when the hero and heroine fall on the bed. My imagination usually is better than anything a director could come up with. And I don't think everything needs to be shown, or mentioned in books. People have minds of their own, they have enough experience to know that the people in the story aren't going to play chess. And to give a story a higher rating by adding enough sex scenes doesn't make it better.
When the new version of Psycho came out, somebody said there was no reason for blood to be red. Just because it is possible to show anything doesn't mean it is necessary to do so.
And I also like these films with happy endings and funny dialogues, especially when I have my monthly feeling-crappy-week.

Tomorrow, the whole family is going to be here. And if that wasn't bad enough, on Sunday my Grandma and two sets of aunts and uncles, plus at least one terrible cousin are going to show up. We're having the annual dinner to celebrate, or rather commemorate, my Grandfather's birthday. So we're going to go to the cemetery and my Grandma will start crying and my Dad and my uncles will stand around awkwardly, my older brother will try to cheer my Grandma up and one aunt will boss her around and the other will say everything she believes to be proper, my Mom will be in a mood to hit somebody because at that point both aunts will have told her all the things she does wrong about any aspect of her life, my younger brother will bite back mean comments, my sister will be all nice and slimy, my brother-in-law will be unsure how to deal with the whole bunch and I will be caught in the middle with no chance to escape.
And when we go to the restaurant, as soon as the respectful silence falls of, we will start bugging each other like we always do.
Just because we share a few strands of DNA doesn't mean we have to like each other, so why not just accept that and stop meeting if we don't really want to anyway? I don't think my Grandfather would care one way or the other, no matter where he is. Plus, he'd just think that it's a terrible waste of money to meet every year just for a birthday.
So I needed to cheer me up today.
And now that I have written, and therefore faced what I have to deal with this weekend, I probably should watch that film again.
The people I like from my relatives are the ones we hardly ever meet. Probably these two facts are related. My favorite aunt died a few years ago. While I was in America. I couldn't see her one last time before she left (stupid thing to say, the time I saw her last obviously was the last time I saw her, but I still would have liked to see her again.), I couldn't be there for the funeral.
My favorite uncle (the husband of an aunt, rather) has Parkinson's disease and it gets increasingly hard to talk to him.
What I am left with is the righteous, egocentric bunch on my father's side, the people I care about least and see most.
And Sunday, my cousin is going to be there. The 18 year-old with the grace and manners of a wild boar. And my Grandma has already told us that she hopes that gal is going to learn some behaviour from me and my sister over the weekend. She might even make comments about this on Sunday.
This is going to be so much fun. Include that my sister will most likely poke around my room (note to self: lock door), my brother will spend hours in the bathroom before vanishing to his girlfriend, upsetting Mom who looked forward to spend time with him and if he is here, he'll complain about the food because he's changed from high carb to low carb diet to lose the three kilograms that keep him from running a Marathon in less than three hours, my younger brother complain that he doesn't get as much sleep as he wants to.
I should stop. The more I write, the worse it gets.
But all the good stuff I posted about before.

I went and checked for apartments in the town I might live in soon. Nice town. I would like to have an apartment with two rooms and in a sice some people might consider rather big for one person. But then I have lived in large apartments my whole life. The worst thing will be to adapt to ceilings less than 3.5 meters high. I did find a nice apartment though, and the price wasn't too bad either. Even though price is not that much of a concern as I am going to get a good salary to support only one person. And a cat. I definitely plan on getting a cat. No dog.
For one, cats are easier for people who work all day. They don't mind being left alone so much.
And then I am more a cat person anyway. Dogs are nice, but they sometimes lack self-respect. They'd do almost anything for their owners, even if the humans don't deserve it. That is why people like dogs. A dog doesn't judge you.
But then again, a cat doesn't either. For your cat, you are the can-opener. Or box, if they prefer dry food, or fridge. A cat doesn't care about your income or the amount of spare time or your car. As long as you feed them regularly. Otherwise they'll go somewhere else. And if you move, a cat might not go with you. Why should it? Other people will move in where you lived, and they won't be able to resist the soft purring of a cute little kitty coming to their door, rubbing their legs. They are opportunistic. And something tells me that it is a pretty good concept of survival.

Date: 2004-09-23 07:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knight0fswords.livejournal.com
Just because we share a few strands of DNA doesn't mean we have to like each other, so why not just accept that and stop meeting if we don't really want to anyway?

I'm of the opinion we don't even have to love our families. Fortunately, my immediate family and I have a good relationship despite me, but my extended family is a WRECK. We all get together once a year for Christmas and make small talk, since we no longer know each other well enough to say anything meaningful. We dance nervous little dances around one another, just trying to survive the night. You have my sympathies with your family. Hope this weekend's not as bad as you're anticipating. lol

Date: 2004-09-24 12:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dream-labyrinth.livejournal.com
THanks, I hope the best.
even though my extended family doesn't even have the decency to limit conversation to small talk. Their favorite is my personal and love life, or lack thereof.

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