Friday, September 7, 2018

Why he didn't f*ck her?


He wanted. He had the opportunity. But he did not. Why? This question continues to bother me until this day.

We, I mean men, deal with lots of frustration to get laid. We will wait around for weeks or months until a woman sleeps with us. As time goes by, we absorb woman's bullshit and get more irritated so the fuck, instead of it being an exciting moment, it becomes a game.

But not this guy.

This guy portraits insecurity, resentment, frustration, just because he cared for her. So on the end, both parties are left miserable and he eventually leaves (to his beloved wife). His last words to her were: I know, I'm going to miss you, too.

I am talking about the movie Lost in Translation with Bill Murray and Scarlett Johannson. Sofia Coppola directed the movie back in 2003. I am surprised that this movie is 15 years old.

It is about our loneliness and isolation. Even thousands of people surrounds us we are unaware of their existence, we are lonely, isolated, hopelessly living our pity life, missing something.

And then, at a hotel bar, we meet a stranger and start talking about marriages, our happiness and the meaning of it all. These conversations can really only be held with strangers.

When drinking is involved, everything is possible until you hear she says "I feel like I've known you for years"... all the chances are you will get lucky and have sex together. Funny, how things are simple in this bittersweet life.


It is just matter of time, at some point you will conclude that there is nothing great about the world you live in. Whether this is inspired by a death of close relative or friend, loss of job, divorce, the "awe-inspiring" boredom, or a breakup of relationship, at that moment you will start wondering what is your life all about.

All your beliefs, concepts, all thoughts, they are false, just imagination. And not only your beliefs but also your education and religion, spiritual understanding, life philosophy, your ideas and opinions... bullshit.

Money, power, prestige, high heels, fashioned hairstyle, sure whatever defines you, however you describe yourself, think of yourself, project yourself... every feature, every trait, characteristic, feeling, belief, opinion, all of it... self-ness, it is all worthless. Just an empty costume.

You have evolved in one side only, growing in social area without any comparable growth in self-knowledge. This created your feeling of being lonely, temporary visitor on this planet, driven by greed for material objects and fear of being hungry...

Lost in Translation is not my favorite movie, it is a sad comedy.

I don't like it. I don't like missed opportunities. I hate karaoke bars and I despise Bob because being funny is what he does for a living, and right there with Charlotte, he is too tired and sad to do it for free.  Pity.



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