Singles

I just finished watching a film called Singles, which I had been looking forward to do, since it centers on my favorite music era: the 90's Grunge movement. It was a fairly good movie, but it was the central theme which really caught my attention.

Singles is about a group of young adults (two men, two women) living in an appartment building, each one leading a different life style, and each one struggling with their desire for a relationship... and their desire to stay single, and of course, the ways to deal with it. The movie's theme can be expressed in one of the first quotes told: "Have fun, stay single".

The characters, at some times, seem to be urged to be in a relationship for whatever given reason, be it lonelyness, be it sexual desire. Yet, at other points of the story, they seem to want to be alone, from one character's words: "I don't need nobody. I'm self-sufficient. All I need is my music and nothing else. I'm an artist.". Eventually, they start to miss the company their significant others provided, and they struggle to go back with them. The whole film is like a vicious romantic circle in which the empty form of the words "I love you" is used far too much and the couples pay it forward with their very partners to their very neighbors.

I admit it: I didn't get the point of the film. I fail to catch a lesson. They seem to be trying to teach me that being single is okay and even encouraged, because it represents freedom and new expectations, yet at the same time, the other message I get is to hold on tight to what I have if I feel it's true, or I won't have a second chance, and if I have it, I will not want to take it. Most likely they're just trying to transmit the cold and disappointing message that being single simply doesn't work for everyone. Or most likely they're just telling a tale... either way, I didn't like the way this film represented the struggle between being in love and loving yourself alone. It's not that simple, it... it just isn't. That's far too positive, far too colorful. The movie is set on the grunge era, for the love of God... It's really a bad joke.

I don't know what do people get from this movie, or what's its true moral. But I did learn something I feel to be clear and real.

Staying single is something to be afraid of, to most people. Being single isn't black or white, but it can be a very clear gray, or a very dark one. Those who aren't afraid to be single are, instead, living their personal nightmare, because they are afraid of what they wouldn't know how to deal with, and once it's there, their fear is replaced by what they know as suffering, truly crippled people, as pathetic as it gets, pitiful as it gets. And those who are fine with being single, are really parasites. Parasites, because they keep telling themselves how self-sufficient they are, but they need others much more than they dare to admit. They need those who get convinced by their self-told lies, those who lend their good emotions and intentions to them, and they either underappreciate them or simply feel fine for being blind, and their points of view hurt more than they think they do... they prefer to feel sufficience over happiness, anger over sadness, freedom over worth, identity over comfort, equity over sacrifice... parasites, because, regardless of how unlucky they are, they're given too much in relation to what they give. And that's so pitiful too, because it's not their fault... it's not that they don't want to: they just can't... but they are okay with it. They are. And it is pitiful as well, that they think they give a different impression.

Each kind of single person is just as pathetic as the other... the difference lies in your own criteria, I give that. But I think I've spoken the obvious enough facts we simply don't like to talk about, and it's understandable.
I don't care which kind you are, you... I like you all. We all have let downs... we deserve equal position, as low or as high as we may feel. It's just about... giving a chance. Always give a chance, my friends. A second one too, and a third, and another million, always give them a chance. Everypony deserves a chance! No matter who.

Next is a picture of heart-shaped guitar picks.

Remember: give chances away, in the form who suits not you, but the others best. Sacrifice yourselves... for a heart-shaped world, shall we? Bye.

I feel refreshingly sad.