Can I See My Script Please?
I just finished watching this film from Argentina, The Son of the Bride. It’s a very heartwarming story about love until the twilight years of one’s life. There is a scene there where this guy who is so afraid to commit, tells his very nice girlfriend that he doesn’t want to play games with her and that maybe they should consider having more freedom from each other. The girl then says, "You don’t have Einstein’s brains, nor do you have Bill Gates’ money. But I fell in love with you anyway. I don’t know why, but I did. But that’s not the point now isn’t it? Thank you for not playing games with me. I wouldn’t have let you anyway…because I am worth it. I know I am worth it."
There are times in my life when I would have given anything to have the girl’s wit! But why is it that when a situation like the one above arises, I am always the dumbest person alive? And why is it that the only comprehensive thing I could say is…WHY?
I would love to have my life written out in a script for me. That would save me the effort of trying to think of logical things to say. For someone who has had lot of years of education, I can be such a dimwit.
And yes, I am worth it. I know I am.
