Women like being desired

The melancholy of youth.

‘The Art of Getting By’ is a contemplative film — complex and entertaining. It’s a great film to view and discuss later. I believe most of us would recognize depression. The lead character in this film is paralyzed by his fears and resistance to adulthood, as most of us have been.

My favorite quote from the movie?

Women like being desired. Just throw her up against a wall and start kissing her. Chances are she’ll kiss you back, and if she doesn’t, at least you tried. You’ve got to do something or else you’ll lose her. — Dustin the artist, played by Michael Angarano

The Art of Getting By (2011)

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Believing the quote that you are born alone, die alone and everything else is an illusion, George doesn’t see the point of life, school, or homework. Then he meets Sally and he now has a reason to go to school and make friends, even if he’s not ready to admit to himself or to her that he likes her. The school’s principal and art teacher introduce him to an alumni, and successful artist, Dustin, who can help guide George along life’s path, but other distractions start surfacing, and George might not even be able to graduate from high school. 

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About Seeing with Brahmin eyes
My sense of humor can be keen, sarcastic, silly or corny -- sometimes all at once. I enjoy meeting new people with no preconceived ideas about what or what is not possible. You get much more out of life by being open minded and willing. I'm an easy going, good-natured person who loves life and loves people. I'm both optimistic and realistic and pretty objective when it comes to assessing situations, events, etc. In general I am a very positive person and you'll usually find we with a smile on my face.

2 Responses to Women like being desired

  1. Joanne says:

    Reminds me of Nick Joaquin’s Summer Solstice ….

    “And he, in his dead voice: ‘That I adore you. That I adore you. That I worship you. That the air you breathe and the ground you tread is so holy to me. That I am your dog, your slave…’

    But it was still not enough. Her fists were still clenched, and she cried: ‘Then come, crawl on the floor, and kiss my feet!'”

    ’nuff said 😉

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