Celebrating the past

Writing about the past is a strange process... far worse when depressed. The people and the events push and clamour to get out. The rest of the time they don’t exist. They reside neatly in their little boxes; where they belong.

To be honest one suspects what makes this so easy is not celebrating special events. The dead don’t stand a chance when the living, who are right in front of you looking for gifts, barely get remembered with things like anniversaries. We usually quibble over the year count... thirteen? No, think it is closer to 14. It has to be... run to get the movie that started it all to check the date.

Yes, that right; all of this started with a movie. We were friends... OK we pushed the boundaries, flirted, poked and prodded, but to be honest that is what we are like... no fun in safe games. Often we used to nip out to movies; the dark depressing art house kind that no one else in our lives wanted to see. So off we went one night to see Chasing Amy.  

He wanted a lesbian perspective on it... personally one has always suspected His subconscious motives weren’t so pure... though He denies this is the case. There is this great scene in the movie, where they are sitting in the car while it is pouring with rain and he says I love you. One of those moments that could go either way. Just as we could have when we got out of the movie and ended up sitting in the car in the pouring rain. Of course our direction was probably more predictable... not to mention our outcome was way better.

So here we are about 14 years later and He has bought the Blu- ray copy of it for us to watch. See while one of us never remembers anniversaries, hell one of us barely remembers His birthday some years... yes, yes bad slave... the other one of us is romantic enough for two. Which is just as well...