| After watching the Dead Poet�s Society, I was wondering how exactly my life does relate to anything in that movie. Sure, I have a load of homework and a million other responsibilities, but that�s just life. I have chased after the same guy for four years, and he shows no hope of returning my advances. However, after thinking about it for almost a week, I have come to a topic. Ladies and gentlemen�my paper. Perhaps movies have a tendency of embellishing the truth. Love doesn�t happen in real life the way it does in the movies. Following girls around with flowers and a sappy poem she inspired does not work. I should know. Maybe I never had a guy follow me around the school begging me to speak to him, but I have had a guy instant message me online begging me to go to a concert with him. I didn�t get any flowers, but he did dress up in a pimp outfit for me, and that has to count for something. In the movie, Knox calls Chris and tries to muster up the words to ask her out. In my life, ******* calls me and tries to coherently invite me out somewhere without sounding like a total idiot. I do admire the boy�s spirit; however, I was not interested in him the least bit. There�s just something about a guy that tells all his friends at work about you. It�s even worse when you pull up to the window and they are talking about you in the back. In retrospect, I do feel bad because I know what it�s like to love and not get any love in return. Or at least, love in a teenager�s sense. I have been pining over the same boy for the last four years of high school. It�s a case of blind teenage infatuation, I suppose. The may be why it�s hard for me to return *******�s feelings. My heart already belongs to someone else. Sometimes, I wish life did work out like the movies. Unfortunately, the writer of my screen play isn�t very nice. Flowers and sappy poems do not work in real life. Persistence is annoying, not admirable. Love means nothing. At least it doesn�t to me, not at this moment in time. Maybe one day, my Knox will come and sweep me off my feet. Until then, I�ll be writing my own sappy poems. |
| Relating a theme from the movie 'Dead Poets Society' to my own life Topic: Unrequited Love |