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Movie Quote Monday – Lars and the Real Girl

Today’s movie quote is sponsored by Clay Morgan.  And by sponsored, I mean he knows nothing about this post. That’s Clay’s new book, Undead, on the side bar – give the cover a click to see what it’s all about!  (It’s zombie non-fiction, so chew on that a minute.  Chew on that, haha.  I did zombie humor, ya’ll!)

Lars and the Real Girl is about a young man who buys a life-sized doll to be his girlfriend.  Before you click away!, this isn’t a creepy movie, I promise.  It’s actually – oh my gosh, this movie – it’s sweet and funny and sad and touching and it’s just so many things.  It’s quirky and unusual, which I love, love, love.  And I cry every single time, no matter how many times I’ve seen it.  I won’t tell you when I cry, because it would be too much of a spoiler, and also it kind of makes me feel super foolish.  But I guess that’s the thing, is this movie makes me cry (every single time), even though what I’m crying about is kind of ridiculous.  The emotions they’ve built up behind this crazy scenario are just so deep that I can’t help myself.

(Fine, I sob.  But let’s just keep that between us, okay?)

Family, community and relationships are at the heart of this movie, as well as loss and fear.  Lars doesn’t know how to have relationships with people.  I think he fears the thing he wants the most, which is so relatable.  I have struggled with that, certainly not in the same magnitude, in such a life-defining way, but I know what that feels like.  And so Lars buys this doll as a kind of emotional bridge: his interactions with this fake human are the first steps in enabling him to interact with real people.

In Undead, there’s a section about how we offer food to people when they need to be comforted.  Clay talks about something I never paid attention to before, how Jesus would bring someone back to life and then tell the family to feed that person.  “Jesus just brought you back from the dead…  Let’s eat!”

That passage immediately brought to mind a scene from Lars that left a big impression on me.  It’s one of those quiet and simple and wonderful scenes that speak so much, at least to me.  I’ve written before about not knowing how to handle grief situations, especially not knowing what to say. It’s so difficult to know how to console someone , and that’s what this scene is about.

Ladies from the community have come over to sit with Lars while he’s hurting.  And that’s it.  They quietly do their needlepoint and knitting, just being there with him.  And they feed him.

Lars:  I feel terrible that all this is happening so close to the baby coming.
—Mrs. Petersen:  That’s how life is, Lars.  Everything at once.
Mrs. Schindler:  We brought casseroles.
—Lars:  Thank you.  Um, is there something I should be doing right now?
Mrs. Bruner:  No, dear.  You eat.
—Mrs. Schindler:  We came over to sit.
Mrs. Petersen:  That’s what people do when tragedy strikes.
—Mrs. Schindler:  They come over and sit.
Lars:   Okay.

These women give Lars physical and emotional nourishment, food and companionship.  They don’t offer up platitudes or condolences.  They don’t give advice or talk about their own experiences of loss or heartache.

They come over and sit.

I feel like that’s a good lesson for me, in situations where another is suffering, to open my heart instead of my mouth.

What do you think?

Items of Interest:

Why can’t I say the right things? (in which I don’t just come over and sit)

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Happy Birthday to Me

Today is my birthday, and I don’t usually…

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Oh, you…

Thank you.  Thanks so much.

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That’s very kind, thank you…

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It’s no big deal – it’s just a birthday.  Everybody has one!

Really,  there’s no need for applause!

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Okay…I’ll wait.

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So what I was saying is that I usually don’t remember my birthday, much less do anything special for it.  I’ll think about it in July or August, but as the time draws near, I always forget again.  I think that’s because I want to deny it’s happening because that means I’m getting older and that means there’s less time left to do great things and that means I’m, like, so failing at this life thing and, O.M.G., I’m getting OLD, and “What is THAT?  THAT!”, is that a new wrinkle, because I think that’s a new wrinkle, oh my, I’ve got one foot in the grave already, “What a world! What a world!”, and that’s an appropriate quote ’cause I am totally starting to look like the witch in The Wizard of Oz, but not the good witch I am humble.

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I’m sorry, where was I?

Oh yes…  So, I went to dinner a few nights ago with my friends Terri and John, a truly lovely couple, and they surprised me with a birthday card (and dinner, aren’t they sweet?!).  I was confused at first, but then I thought, “Oh no yeah, it’s my birthday this week.”  Here is the card:

Yay for sharks that can’t jump off a card and eat you up!

You know, because I love sharks.

There’s a note on the inside that says they only picked this card because they couldn’t find a zombie card.

You know, because I love zombies.

But that’s what friends are for, right?  They are here to tease us about our quirks and all of the foolish things we do.  They are here to help us celebrate the fact that, though we may not be teenagers anymore (and really, thank God for that!), it’s still pretty awesome not being dead yet.

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Friendship and family are such a blessing, and I’m so blessed to have spent this last year with you.  I’m looking forward to what the next year brings, with my old friends and new.

Thank you so much, my blog friends and family!  Thank you for sticking with me as I navigate my way through the changing landscape that is my life.  You have supported me and sometimes coddled me, you’ve offered encouragement and guidance, laughter and insight.  You continue to shore me up.

I may not cherish getting older, but I cherish all of what it brings me.

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Well, maybe not those wrinkles.

One Year Old Today

I hit the Publish button on my first ever blog post a year ago today.  Well, a year and about two hours ago.  Immediately afterwards, I wrote my second ever blog post, which was much more to the point (and even now, it more accurately describes my blog than anything else).  I was going to say that I still don’t have a theme, but I guess the theme is me, just what I think or feel, what’s going on in my life, a few triumphs and many, many foibles.  I’ve written about God, snakes, friends and family, cutting the grass, my hometown, and depression.  I’ve shared my journals, my poetry, and my photos, a little bit of comedy and a lot of truth.  I’ve asked some questions.  I’ve contemplated art and infinity, thankfulness and being nice.  You know what?  I feel like a lot has happened in a year. continue reading…

Third Month’s The Charm

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This is what I had to say last month:

“I don’t have to think about every one of these every moment.  But they are with me nonetheless.  They travel through every day with me; they go where I go.  Things I need to do.  Things I need to do better.  Things I want to change about myself.  Things I don’t want to fail at.”

My resolutions did feel like a burden in February; not a burden I was willing to put down, but a weight to bear nonetheless.  I was unable to give equal focus to 12 different resolutions, and so I felt their individual needs for attention pressing down on me.

I think the heaviest weight was the weight of failure.  Or maybe the fear of failure, that I couldn’t do this. The fear that, since one or two things weren’t going so smoothly, then the whole thing would ultimately blow up in my face.  Because that’s what happens. continue reading…