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Movie Quote Monday – Stranger Than Fiction

I know I say this nearly every time, but I love this movie.  I LURV it!

I listed this as a favorite on the 2011 Movie Quote Monday page, but it’s quite long so I never used it in a post.  But last Thursday I heard an interview with Clay Morgan in which this particular quote was mentioned, and now I can’t get it out of my head.  So, I decided to share my brains with you.  You’re welcome.

Apparently, he referenced this scene in his new book, Undead.  I haven’t gotten to it in the book yet, but I’m looking forward to seeing how Clay uses this quote.  I can’t begin to get into Undead in a couple of sentences here, but it examines the fact that we can live without really being alive.  I can see that idea playing out in Stranger Than Fiction.

So, if you haven’t seen this movie, then you should.  But in the meantime, you need to know that Harold has begun hearing a woman’s voice in his head, narrating his life.  As confusing as that is to him, it takes on new significance when she announces Harold’s “imminent death”.  In his search to find a cure for this little problem, he meets a literature professor who is more interested in the literary quality of the narrative than in Harold’s fate.

Professor Hilbert:  You were right.  This narrator might very well kill you, so I humbly suggest that you just forget all this and go live your life.
—Harold:  Go live my life?  I am living my life.  I’d like to continue to live my life.
Professor Hilbert: *signs* I know.  Of course.  I mean all of it.  However long you have left.  You know, I mean, Harold, you could use it to have an adventure.  You know, invent something, or just finish reading Crime and Punishment.  Hell, Harold, you could just eat nothing but pancakes if you wanted.
—Harold:  What’s wrong  with you?  Hey.  I don’t wanna eat nothing but pancakes.  I wanna live.  Who in their right mind in a choice between pancakes and living…chooses pancakes?
Professor Hilbert:  Harold, if you’d pause to think, I believe you’d realize that that answer’s inextricably contingent upon the type of life being led…and of course, the quality of  the pancakes.  You don’t understand what I’m saying.
—Harold:  Yes, I do.  But you have to understand that this isn’t a philosophy or a literary theory or a story to me.  It’s my life.
Professor Hilbert:  Absolutely.  So just go make it the one you’ve always wanted.

This really is a beautiful movie, about a man who was living a painfully ordinary life.  When something extraordinary occurs in that nearly lifeless existence, he chooses to turn his life into the one he wants.  And when the time comes to make a much harder decision, he chooses life once again, in a profound way.

Choosing to live the life you always wanted isn’t easy.  For one thing, some of us can’t define for ourselves what that even looks like.  And when we think we do  know, that just leads to more work, more effort and sometimes even pain.  And, you know, I like pancakes; pancakes sound pretty good, right?

What I think is there are plenty of people out there choosing pancakes.  

These last few weeks, I’ve been aching to get a tattoo of the word “choose”.  Because I do – I choose every day, every hour, every moment.  I choose what kind of life I want to live, what kind of person I want to be.  What physical and spiritual nourishment I put into my body.  I choose how I treat myself and others.  

I am constantly choosing who I am.

I don’t always choose well, but at least I stopped ordering the pancakes.


So, what do you think?

Can it be as simple as choosing to live your life to the fullest – at least within the limits of your capabilities?

Or is it way more complicated than that?

Movie Quote Monday – I’ll Believe You

Last week, I had an interesting conversation with someone about religion.  Her feeling is that we should teach our children only what we can prove to be true.

I feel that it’s fully acceptable to teach our children what we believe to be true. 

She put quite a bit of emphasis on truth, and the fact that I can’t prove the truth of what I believe.

In her opinion, “true to you” and accepting on faith are not good enough.

While this discussion was playing out, I happened to watch I’ll Believe You.  Naturally, this snippet stood out:

Dale:  There is no right or wrong to belief.  You can believe whatever you want to. You can believe in this god, or that god, or the Loch Ness monster.  Or whatever you want! 

What do you think?  Is there a right and wrong to belief?

Movie Quote Monday – A Christmas Story (special edition)

The Byronic Man has a weekly contest on his blog, and I won the last one – I’m so excited!  I wrote a little poem about setting fire to the personal possessions of your not-so-significant-other-anymore-since-he-just-dumped-you.  Autobiographical.  (Just kidding!)  You can read it here.  I think you should go do that right now.  I’ll wait.

Anyway, I found out Saturday after work, and A Christmas Story is the first thing that popped into my head:

Sweed:  …what is that?
—Dad:  It’s a major award.
Sweed:  A major award?

Dad:  I won it.
—Sweed:   Damn, hell you say, you won it?
Dad: Yeah.  Mind power, Sweed, mind power.
—Ralphie:  The entire neighborhood was turned on.

You have permission to be turned on by my major award: I get to be Blogger Of The Week over at The Byronic Man (damn, hell you say).  It’s true!  He put my picture up, with a testimony about my elegance and shark-fearingness.  It’s totally awesome.

If you haven’t been over to his blog before, you should go check him it out.  I can’t guarantee you’ll end up being a major award winner, like me, but I don’t think you’ll regret it.

Movie Quote Monday – French Kiss

I have often felt responsible for other people’s emotions.  I don’t know if this is a female thing or simply a human thing.  But sometimes I wish I could say something like this:

Kate: Listen, don’t feel guilty.  Because then I’ll start feeling guilty that I made you feel guilty and…  You know…  Actually, that was the old me.  Just feel guilty.  Swim in it.  Till your fingers get all pruney.

Do you ever feel responsible for what someone else is feeling, even though it’s not really your fault?

Have you ever just said, “Go ahead and wallow in it.  I give you permission.”?