Friday, June 6, 2014

Angry

Rare is the day at the library where I don't fly into a tiny rage about some trifling, but notable thing.

"But" you cry out "You are the most spiritual blogger in the world. I cannot imagine you flying into a rage!"


I understand. I too struggle with the value of anger. But I do fly into a small rage over the dumb new place we keep the keys, or some pointless new survey, or an essential book that we don't have. There's plenty of stuff around here to fly into a rage about. It's not so bad.


In one of the greatest romantic comedies of all time, Nicholas Cage plays a character who has lost one of his hands. He explains how he no longer talks to his brother, Johnny, because Johnny came into the bakery he worked at, distracted him, and caused him to put his hand into a bread slicer, which promptly chewed his hand off. His fiancee left him. His life was ruined.


Cher, who Nicholas Cage is telling this to, is taken aback. She points out that his losing his hand and losing his girl was not his brother's fault.


Nicholas Cage cries out "I ain't no monument to freakin' justice! I lost my hand! I lost my bride! Johnny has his hand! Johnny has his bride! You want me to take my heartache, put it away and forget it?"


And what, you may wonder, does this scene have to do with what I am saying here?

I don't know. I can't make magical sense out of every problem and question! I write the greatest blog on the Internet! Every single freakin' day! Where are my million readers? Where is my million dollar book advance! Where are all the people yelling "Yes" to me?

Oh.

So what does this scene have to do with what I'm talking about? 

Nothing, really, nothing at all.

4 comments:

  1. I love that movie. I like the part where he talks about snowflakes being perfect, and we're not. I think maybe that's the scene that fits here. ;)

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    1. Yes, I am all about Nicholas Cage in that movie, but what a lovely screenplay, and Cher and Olympia Dukakis and everything, oh my!

      We are perfect though, we're just not allowed to go to that part.

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    2. I love the part where Olympia Dukakis' character tells the professor that he can't come up to her house because "I know who I am."

      And then there's : "My scalp: It's not getting enough blood sometimes." ha ha! I could go on and on.

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    3. No, I understand, I feel almost a compulsion to recount the whole movie in delight.

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