Cinematic Love

In the movies there tends to be a reasonably predictable formula for how a love story begins and ends depending on genre.

In a romantic comedy the couple either starts off as friends or strangers who meet under very odd and unrealistic circumstances. They stumble into some weird series of events that stand to keep them apart until they finally realize the timing is right and they end up happily clinging to one another despite any discord.

In a drama the couple often meets under a more traditional circumstance; work, through friends, arranged marriage, ect. Then they either fight with each other or a string of dramatic circumstance to end up together despite intense strife, or someone dies- probably in a dual or a war.

In horror or action flicks, the guy thinks the girl is hot and vice versa. In the end after sex, the guy usually saves the girl and more sex ensues.

My point?
Predictable. In a good way- people like the expected- most people. This is why the movie formula continues as it has before bringing in millions or billions to satisfy with a predictable story. A story that doth not require too much thought or emotional quandary.

I was never one of those movie goers. I wanted a slap in the face, something connecting me to the strange and unpredictable world I saw around me. I wanted to be surprised. I wanted to leave the movie pissed off that someone died or left in a romantic comedy, or for a seemingly happy ending in a drama really leave off with a epilogue of a boring and struggling marriage.

So why when my story goes non-accordingly to plan do I get upset? After wishing for a quirky and unassuming tale for so many years, did I want the blockbuster effect in my world?
Have they finally brainwashed me enough where I could not find the beauty in chaos?
I refuse.

I am newly taken to a man who has made it easily difficult to apprehend him on circumstances of oddity. Which I appreciate. And when we finally decided to jump ship and swim in the waters of commitment everything went haywire- yet we are together. We are together and very happy.
Despite our fairytale planning and exquisite execution, we ended up feeling whipsawed and dizzy in confusion. That wasn't supposed to be the aftermath, but it was.

Therefore I can only now assume that I finally got that slap in the face I so longed for. I'll be honest, at first it didn't feel so good, but now I know that this is what makes our love, our fear, our hopes-our lives-real. There is beauty in that.

Hopefully that beauty never goes unappreciated again, despite any struggles we may face.