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Once you begin to open yourself to love, you will learn to see it everywhere, creating a peace, a freedom, and a truth that will shift your entire experience.
– Billy Ward
I once asked a boyfriend, “What are you thinking right this minute?”
We were driving somewhere, I don’t remember where, and my mind was flitting from this topic to that, just all over the place. Nothing important in there at all. And suddenly I wondered what had been in his mind right at that exact moment when I was thinking about whatever it was I was thinking about.
Was it something big? Was it some little nothing? Had he been thinking “it’s almost time to get the oil changed,” or “there’s a bird,” or “what are we going to eat for dinner,” or… It could be anything!
I turned to him with a huge smile and asked, “What are you thinking right this minute?” I was girl-excited; I wanted to know(!).
“You must have been thinking something.” I mean, there’s no way his mind was completely blank, right?
And so I clarified my question: “I just want to know what was going through your mind right at that minute. No matter how little it was.”
“Nothing!” He was quite adamant. And annoyed. His mind was, apparently, a complete blank.
I persisted in a persistent manner to inform him that there was no way his mind was a complete blank.
“There’s no way your mind was a complete blank. You had to be thinking something. Even if it was something tiny and inconsequential, like, I don’t know…like…’those trees are really green.’ “
“I wasn’t thinking anything at all.” He could persist too. “I’m not trying to hide anything from you, I swear! I wasn’t thinking anything!”
And so I gave up.
“You don’t have to tell me; I was just being curious.”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how to start a fight out of nothing at all.
Is it really possible for your mind to be completely blank for long stretches like that?
Or is it just a guy thing?
Have you ever started a fight out of thin air?
What are you thinking right this minute?
My mother says we all have a list. It contains people who need us at some point, in some way.
We may not realize our role in another’s life, until retrospect sneaks in. An innocent gesture turned instrumental move can take on value to someone in need. We are Good Samaritans, unaware; the human equivalent of chicken soup.
Clarity, now sunken in, has thrust the truth that I, too, am list-worthy.
– Aline Weille
I found Saturday Night Fever in the $5 discount bin and thought, “Why not?”
The movie centers around 19-year-old Tony, who’s stagnating in his Brooklyn neighborhood after graduating high school. He’s in a dead-end job and lives at home with parents who are beyond unsupportive. His mother only seems to care about his priest brother, and his father ridicules his successes and goes out of his way to make him feel like nothing. Tony’s surrounded by friends who idolize him, but just like him they’re going nowhere.
His respite comes in the form of dancing on Saturday nights at a disco, 2001 Odyssey, where he’s a local dance hero. That’s where he first sees Stephanie and is captivated by her dancing. He pursues her, but at 21, and seemingly moving up in the world, Stephanie sees herself as ages apart from Tony:
Stephanie: You work in a paint store, right? You pro’bly live wit’ your family, you hang out wit’ your buddies, and on Saturday night you go and you blow it all off at the 2001. Right?
–Tony: That’s right.
Stephanie: You’re a cliché. You’re nowhere. On your way to no place.
Stephanie is almost desperate to move to Manhattan, where everything is “beautiful, just beautiful.” I can’t decide if it’s admirable or just heartbreaking the way she’s constantly correcting her own speech, trying to scrub the Brooklyn out of it every time they have a conversation. Her brutal honesty with Tony can be hard to tolerate, and I found myself wondering why he continues to pursue such a caustic woman. Except what he sees in her, whether he knows it or not, is the next level up – something beyond where he is now. And she’s only telling him what he already thinks himself:
Tony: The thing is, the high I get at 2001 is just dancin’, it’s not, it’s not bein’ the best or nothing like that. The whole thing is that I would like to get that high someplace else in my life, you know.
–Stephanie: Like where?
Tony: I don’t know where, I don’t know. Someplace. You see, dancin’, it can’t last forever, it’s a short-lived kind of thing. But I’m gettin’ older, you know, an’… You know, I feel like, I feel like, you know… So what? I’m gettin’ older; does that mean like I can’t feel that way about nothing left in my life, you know? Is that it?
I popped in this movie to play in the background one night while I did other things. But almost immediately I couldn’t stop watching. It was just…compelling. I’m not saying I loved this movie. There were parts that I didn’t enjoy and parts that made me super uncomfortable. I just couldn’t take my eyes off it.
Saturday Night Fever came out in 1977, and writer Norman Wexler refused to pull any punches in his script. Watching this in 2015, the foul language is nothing too surprising. However, the cultural slurs were quite jarring, and nothing was left out: racial, ethnic, homophobic, misogynistic, you name it. Wexler wanted the script true to the scene, real and, to use his own word, gritty. Though I didn’t like hearing it, I have to say I agree with him. Because this is the story of a moment in time. A moment in time for a handful of characters, for a family, a community, for a culture, an era, and a social consciousness.
But what makes this story, and other snapshot films like it, so iconic, so compelling? Ultimately I think it’s that many of us have had these moments, these almost frozen moments when we’re asking ourselves what’s next. Where should I go from here? Times in our lives when we know things can’t stay the same; even if we stay right where we are, it won’t feel the same. The moment will have passed us by.
And maybe we live these moments over and over again, of change and choice and uncertainty.
I guess really what movies like this are asking is, who am I? And more, who do I want to be?
And I think many of us, however old we get, are still – and will always be – asking ourselves that question.
I’m teaching myself to knit.
Because you’re never too old to give your mom a lumpy, lopsided, homemade
scarf potholder for Christmas.
Do you give homemade gifts?
Do you like to receive them?