She would ask me to read these classics’ books about which she had only read reviews. I mean, I really wondered how she could have known so much about so many books. And she said that she read the reviews and about them and that way she had an idea of those books. She would, however, endorse those books as though she had really read them, as though she really believed in what those books had to say, and had identifed with them and so wanted me to feel the same way. Well it was the same with movies and with many other things. As I look back at it, I realize it really was a pattern and a defining feature to our relationship; I mean, in a way it is a perspective which holds the full spectrum of our relationship. So well, in her loud voice, she vociferously suggested me to watch Woody Allen movies and what not. And well, and needless to say, I didn’t pay much regard to any of her advices. I mean if you ever have been in a relationship you would well understand why I didn’t even think about reading those books or watching those movies. I mean, in our relationship, I was I and she was she. And that was how it worked — the relationship worked. And if I were to support a political candidate or a philosophy or a simple idea just because she asked me to, then that would be tantamount to breaking that healthy discord or balance which was an important and charming feature to the relationship.
Well, the interesting thing is that one way or another I did come round to reading all those books she had asked me to read and watching all those movies she had asked me to watch. Of course, post the relationship, when we were not seeing each other anymore. And I also did identify so much with those movies and those books and to the point that my new mind now — as it differs to the mind I had when I was in that relationship — is formed of essentially those ideas which are in whole or part a progeny of the knowledge, information, insight and wisdom I gathered through reading of those books and watching of those movies.
Though this does not in the immediate mock at me or even question of me anything sensational, nevertheless, in retrospect it does appear as at worst a tragedy and at best a joke. I mean, if I had read those books and watched those movies, I would have subscribed to her set of ideas and opinions and may be that could have in turn worked differently as regards the realtionship. But then, come to think of it, she only had read reviews of those books and movies, and only subscribed to those raging ideas because they are part of popular culture. She didn’t really feel passionately for them. So I think if we were to ever get back and talk of the subject, I would be the one to lead the cause, and something tells me that she would change the subject or at best not be so vociferous about it.
PS These are the views of a fictitious character.
