Hollywood

Hollywood Romance has ruined life for me. No toilet breaks, no weird bodily sounds (except in the comedies). No child bursting through the door during a sex scene. No weird moments, no awkward silences, especially no fanny farts. It’s all action, no ball busting. Swinging into the fray, rescuing the damsel in distress, and that perfect ending.

For me, I’ve had my head buried into the sand for so much of my, albeit short, life. I’ve learnt so much about romance and heroism from books and movies and television that real life just doesn’t add up. It doesn’t feel the same. It doesn’t have that spark, that ignition point.

Well actually thinking about it, life does have sparks, moments of flame and fire burning so bright that it makes the rest of your life pale in comparison.

Moments that burst with passion and desire, and moments that contain pain and betrayal.

Some moments are like falling, you can feel it happening, but you think you can’t do anything to stop that sudden drop, that sinking feeling, with the knowledge that you’ll soon crash. Knowing you have to just pick up the pieces and keep going. Sometimes knowing that some pieces won’t be saved. Whether it be your dignity, your pride or friendships, or even relationships.

Sometimes all we need is a little hope, a little bit of Hollywood, to help us know we aren’t alone. That others suffer heartache, pain, and loss, and that given time, things will turn around and we’ll see that happy ending approaching the end of our troubles. And the credits rolling down the screen give us a moment to remember that Hollywood isn’t real.