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Hello, I Take Things too Seriously.

December 1, 2008

While decking the halls and making merry this past weekend, my sister and my roommate (Johanna and Rachel, just so I can start referring to them by name for all of you unfamiliar with my life) decided to replace the traditional Christmas tunes with Christmas movies. A bold move, it’s true, but we were feeling saucy and nonconformist.

So we put in “The Holiday.”
A movie all of us have seen so many times that we could probably quote along with 80% of the dialogue, if not 85-90% on a good day.

It was about fifteen minutes into the movie that I realized that I tend to take things way too seriously. That I get actually offended when characters are hurtful to each other. For this example, I think it’s because I see so much of myself in the character of Iris, so when that bastard Jasper Bloom breaks her heart repeatedly, I feel it a personal attack on myself. I know what she’s going through, I’ve been that doormat. I want to pound on my chest and shout out something like, “That’s right, sister-friend! Tell him!” And I do. But Iris is not a real person and the story not a real situation, thus the movie continues on as if it didn’t hear me.

This is only one example of how seriously I take life sometimes — to the point where I think I start becoming no fun. And I am fun, I swear…I am bucket loads of it. Sometimes I think too much and this tends to transform me into a nagging killjoy with pursed lips, a tight bun and a ruler in my hand (ok, maybe not the bun and the ruler).

At times, it is for things that matter deeply to me, like social injustice (in which case, I don’t care if it comes off slightly weird or anti-fun…awareness of things like that are more important to me). At other times, it’s silly things like movies and books where I take the slights against “me-like” characters very personally and get too involved in fictional settings (that’s when I need to set down the book and go take a walk, to remind myself that I live in my own, real world, not 19th century England or wherever else my sense of injury and injustice has transported me).

However, to finish my initial story, our frustrations with the ups and downs of “The Holiday” were assuaged, when at the end (surprise, surprise) they all ended up dancing and hugging each other. And then Rachel and I proceeded to speak in British accents for the next two days.

Case and point for all of this: I will try to not make this blog a giant pool of my social and theological concerns that gets so intense that your head will explode. I will try to make it an accurate picture of who I am and how my story is being written, which must remain slightly ridiculous and light-hearted at times.

Remind of that, will you?

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. this0side0of0the0truth permalink
    December 1, 2008 12:30 pm

    You cant help but be silly.
    Your small and cute.
    Heres something about being short and cute….it doesn’t matter how intense we get or how serious life feels…it will always come off as cute.

    This is why I have anger at the world. Because I am over cute. This is when I feel like no one will ever really see me.

  2. this0side0of0the0truth permalink
    December 1, 2008 12:33 pm

    although I guess we have one up in this blogging world.
    No one knows how cute we are, so no one can mistake intensity and seriousness for cuteness.

    its kind of nice.

  3. Caroline permalink*
    December 1, 2008 12:39 pm

    That’s true — it’s a mask for our small cuteness/doily-ness/a bunny one doesn’t want to run over.

    People can take our seriousness seriously — what a concept.

    Yes!
    I love blogs!

  4. December 4, 2008 6:07 pm

    I watched this movie this weekend too – along with Sex and the City and Pride and Prejudice (Keira Knightly version). No idea what that movie reminds me of Christmas, but it does. This weekend, it will be Love Actually.

    http://singlegirlblog.wordpress.com

  5. Caroline permalink*
    December 4, 2008 10:21 pm

    Ah, I adore “Love Actually.” It’s always a good choice. As are the other two.

    I always say that I like the KK version of “Pride and Prejudice” better than the Colin Firth one, because there’s more passion. And pretty much every woman on the face of the earth hates me for saying it. But it’s true.

  6. Glo permalink
    December 8, 2008 1:33 am

    The Holiday has to be one of the best chick flicks of all time. I never thought I would come out of a movie entirely in love with Jack Black, but it happened!

    Iris is such a real character, and I like that her plot didn’t only revolve around her new-found love, but also her loving heart.

    I am so backlogged on your posts! I need to catch up, but I saw Kate and Jack and I had to stop on this one ;-P

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