We’re delivered a harsh truth: some things just don’t work out. Sometimes, the reality is that we’re not fundamentally made for each other. It’s like swallowing down a dry pill, you know exactly what’s happening but it’s not going down easy. It’s a fragile truth I’ve been slowly accepting of my own relationships and as I get older, sometimes it’s the most logical argument. Risen from platonic feelings, it’s the hardest because you can’t blame/hate on anyone. No matter how we try to overanalyze each phase of the relationship, there’s not much to do once we both reached that conclusion. Better than saying at least he’s not into you, you’re just both not into each other.
That doesn’t mean though that feelings aren’t there. I think that’s what most people don’t realize. It doesn’t mean that what you once thought about each other isn’t less true than what it was years ago. It just means that it’s not for you anymore. Let’s try and not beat ourselves up for such emotional discrepancies.
Annie Hall is the cherry on top of the Rom-Com sundae. It’s the big 6o, so I thought why the hell not but to watch this film. Arguably, one of Allen’s best films, it dissects the evolving and demise of a relationship. You start to realize it’s a combination of plenty factors that could end a relationship – past relationships, future endeavors, family, shit even some Fruedian bullshit you can’t even think of now. Obviously, cinematically a beaut, you can go on forever how about crazy good this film is. This is the movie and this is the guy to blame for all the hipsters out there.
Well, I guess that’s pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y’know, they’re totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and… but, uh, I guess we keep goin’ through it because, uh, most of us… need the eggs.