Monday, May 25, 2009

The Root of Romanticism

Mine, to be more specific; I have always considered myself a romantic, perhaps a romantic that has certain intentions, things that must be crossed off of a list of things to do before I die; it’s a list that has existed since the first grade. Although the list is purely mental, examples of said intentions could range from doing something I often did as a kid, like catching waves at the beach with my girlfriend to simply spending an extended amount of uninterrupted time with a girl I could say I was one with. You see, at seven years-old, the only imminent intention on my mind was getting to the tuck-shop line first and watching The Flintstones on cable, so, I, and everybody else in my grade, was single, as well as the grades below me and most likely even the grades above, but it didn’t mean that I never fantacised about having one, often they were in the form of a Kerri Russell or, appropriately, a Kate Winslet. It was the year of 1997 and this is the year where a very well-acclaimed filmmaker built the groundwork that is the romantic intentions that I live by each day, his name is James Cameron.

In 1997, James Cameron released the highest grossing film to date, a story about a series of disastrous events that come into play around a fantastic love story, the love that was only spent briefly, it was, however, fulfilled to its maximum; the two had the best time of their lives, and I wanted in on it. Perhaps I saw it in theatres, I don’t remember, but the moment that it fell into stores, I do remember it falling straight into our video machine, and from that first viewing ‘til the last, I’d grown up with this movie. My last viewing was only about half an hour ago, the time before the last counts back about eight years. In that extended period of time, with much assistance, I had always wondered how my soft-side was somewhat softened, about an hour before conjuring up the initial words of this blog, I had an epiphany, one that answered that exact question; it was James Cameron’s Titanic.

Perhaps I didn’t take the subtle message of materialism that was scattered all over first class of the cruise-liner, however, what I did take away from the film was a thirst to love and be loved in return (although not knowing what that was at the age, I found out eventually). I wanted the ability to laugh, love and be at a union with somebody…preferably somebody that took on the appearance of co-starring aforementioned Kate Winslet, but nevertheless, somebody. From that time onward, I began with being fond of any of the small amount of girls that I knew, to being a tad more selective, to actually having someone I could correctly label a girlfriend and then to actually having a girlfriend, and that pretty much brings us up to speed. Of course, many scenarios still remain on the list, currently as such: I would love nothing more but to be able to hook in the double-adapter into the headphone jack of my media player and listen to some music while being strictly relaxed, alone and staring into the eyes of a beautiful young female.

To be honest, I am amazed that after around twelve years, I had never realised that something so petty in worth and substance to a viewer, such as myself, has had such a substantial influence on my life and the way that I am romantically. All the times that I have stood in a room and pulled out a big speech conveying my attraction to another, every time I have imagined somebody being with me in lieu of them actually being there, every time I have planned a day in the city to simply impress, every time I have listened to crooner Michael BublĂ©, or every time I over-did my hair before a casual date, the reasons as to why I have so much to offer was all because of the fabricated love story of Jack Dawson & Rose DeWitt Bukkater. The film’s romance scenes have and always will be my fantasy.


  1. wow...that's really sweet...but at 7? seriously? at 7 i was all about the backstreet boys and that bar thing where you had to keep your figers crossed so no one could wipe their germs on you...hmm odd...anyway the fact that you've had this idea of romanticism since the that young age...well it would suprise me if it was anyone but you..but yes...sweet, sensitive, love titanic, woo!

  2. i wish i could have had that with you.
    i wish i could have been the one.