A Story

They all loved her--fans, people of all elks, her peers, photographers. Even the light that flashed from their cameras seemed to love her judging by the way that it chose to display her beauty. But no one loved her more than the only man who got to follow her around--to Paris, Milan, Tokyo, Chicago--wherever adoring fans waited. The man, whose official title was her personal translator to international countries, never grew tired of saying "Thank you for having me, you are very generous" for his employer and made sure his accent was perfect each time. He almost never spoke words that came from his own head however, or is heart for that matter. His words were chosen by those who spoke to her and of course the lovely words she chose to reply with. Left to his own devices, he could not pick any phrase from the many languages he was trained in at the University to convey how he felt. And by the time he finally discovered the perfect combination of words to match his admiration, he was heart broken for they had been spoken by the gallant and dapper gentleman sitting across from her--to him. The gentleman ended it with "I only hope that my affections not be lost between our two languages." Humbly, he translated it for her.

I just watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind since it came highly recommended by rottentomatoes.com and was listed under many "top romantic comedies" list. Something about the plot really bothered me though. Why would you want to erase your memory of someone especially someone you once cared about? To that I'd either say "Come on, man. Life goes on." but more likely that for every person you hit it off with and subsequently mess up with, it becomes something that you learn about yourself. And if you met someone and never learned a thing about yourself from them, then truth is you probably never cared about them in the first place. To erase someone from your mind...to try and forget someone...that's not only retrogression, it's kind of cowardly isn't it?