The Notebook

     Well first of all.....Ahoy! If you're reading this right now, then you're probably my Mom. However, if this is not the case, then give yourself 20 Reedus Points just for being wonderful enough to get here. Why start blogging? Because I keep having wonderful ideas that end up totaling 141 Characters? Because I have wonderful moments of Divinity at 2 A.M. while sitting upon the toilet? Sure, those two will work. But enough of the small talk, I'm a man who wants to get straight down to the point.


     So tonight, as I finish up another night of Mind-Numbing Retail Labor, I ponder what to do. Now usually, I just dive right into my Xbox 360, giving it more attention than I give poor Samson, the gender-confused Shih-Tzu currently begging for some sort of attention. However, tonight ended up being different, as I pull the ole' Laptop out and watch one of my favorite movies, The Notebook. For all you Men far too Macho to see such a film, it's a heartwarming tale based on the book by Nicholas Sparks about a young couple in love. We see them go through trials and tribulations, and without giving anything away, as if you couldn't figure it out, true love conquers all, etc., etc. And, since I'm in the privacy of my own room, I have the privilege of completely gushing throughout the entire thing. I mean, c'mon......Who can't sit through a great Love story and Awwww? Who can see a Character get his heart shattered to a million pieces and not shed a little tear? From The Notebook to 50 First Dates, from Dear John to Titanic, I get a great pleasure from sitting back and watching pure Love.

     And now on to the digression of these feelings. How often do we see these movies and wonder why we don't get to be Noah and Allie? When does our turn come around? Is love really like this? Are we setting the bar too high?


Well?

     I'm certainly not the one to ask. My ticket for the Love Train isn't punched yet, and I don't think it will be for some time to come, which in my eyes, is healthy for an eighteen year old. However, I do think that a love like that could be out there for me, as well as everyone else in this crazy world. We don't ever get to think of it that way; we kinda dismiss the thought as a "Hollywood Dream", but just as I still have that glisten of hope that Santa Claus is going to shock the world, or that I still should stay far, far from underneath a ladder, I still think a connection like these characters exist.


     Noah didn't come flying in on a white steed, he didn't burst down any dungeon doors or slay the mighty Trogdor, as incredibly awesome as that might be,

     But he did manage to find a best friend. A partner. Someone to share life with. Someone who looked past the junk and hardships life forced upon him. Someone to bear the Yolk. Someone to pour his dreams and thoughts into.

Is that so hard to believe exists out there for me as well?
 


"Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing....So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day."