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Incoherent Ramblings from an Airport

This morning I was in Paris with my boyfriend. Nine hours later, I’m waiting in the Toronto airport for my connection flight back to Windsor.

Life is funny sometimes. Things have seemed so uncertain for me lately. After being in France for two and a half weeks, I’m not ready to go back to real life. I love my university and all of the opportunities that I have there, but I feel sick about going back. It’s going to be different without having my boyfriend there anymore, and even though I’m going to be busy, I know I’m going to feel lonely. Although I had a great trip and enjoyed getting to spend time with him after a long summer of Skyping and DuoLingo, I feel like no matter how much time he gives me, I always crave more. I don’t like being dependent, but I feel like I don’t have the energy to stand by myself. The same insecurities and jealousy issues that bothered me earlier this summer are going to resurface. It’s inevitable. I don’t know how to describe it except to say that some days I don’t feel like a whole person.

Because of the time change, I am living this day twice. Well, the afternoon/early evening, at least. I’m exhausted, and I still have two more hours of a layover, a short one-hour flight, then a two-hour drive home from Windsor. I know my family is going to be excited to see me and hear about my trip, but I’m just going to want to sleep. I feel like I’ve been living in a dream world for the last few weeks. A life that I could’ve had if I’d done things differently, but one that isn’t really obtainable for me.

One of the issues is that my boyfriend is second guessing his plans of moving to America after he graduates. He thinks we could be happy in France, but I know I couldn’t do it. I want to learn French, but I feel like it’s too late. If I lived there, I couldn’t even go to the movies or the library. I couldn’t have the career I want. No matter what I do, I’ll never be as good at writing in French as a French writer would be. I couldn’t even interview civilians for news stories because I don’t speak the language. I don’t want to be an immigrant who can’t speak the language. I know it’s ridiculous for me to want my boyfriend to move to America for me when I know I couldn’t return the favor by moving to France, but I know that I couldn’t handle it. He says we shouldn’t worry about it yet, but I can’t cope with being in a long-distance relationship with no end in sight. I love him, and I believe that he loves me too, but sometimes I wonder if I am strong enough person for this.

On the flight from Paris, I met another girl from Michigan who was flying into Windsor. She was returning from what was supposed to be a month-long European tour with her boyfriend, but coming back a week early because he decided two weeks into the trip to confess that he had cheated on her twice during his study abroad this summer. Makes my situation seem a little less terrible.

Airports are funny places. Before this trip, I had only flown once, and never by myself. I’ve been thinking a lot about all of the different emotions swarming around airports. They seem like such sterile places, but the people in them are not. Twice now, my boyfriend and I have said goodbye at security gates. But our sadness over our separation is balanced by another couple who is being reunited at another gate. Some people are bubbling with excitement for long-awaited vacations or new lives, while others are traveling to attend funerals or business meetings. Everyone in an airport has a purpose, maybe that’s why I like being here. Although everyone here is on a completely different track, we’re all united by the fact that we are going somewhere.


“The Mechanics of Love”

I’ve been intrigued by this short film by Willard Maas and Ben Moore since I watched it in an experimental film class last fall. It was made in 1955 and the whole thing is a metaphor for sex. There are a bunch of phallic/fertility symbols (my personal favorite being a cactus) and shots of objects entering others (letters being pushed into a mailbox, a knife slicing bread) and the pace of the music and shots is rhythmic, then speeds up (apparently for orgasm) and comes to a rest. What I really like is the dialogue that is read over the images – it’s kind of haunting in a way. I’ve been feeling off lately, but there is still something about this film that appeals to me.

Warning: You will see boobs, and a woman with armpit hair and a hint of a mustache.

“Love, in some ways, is not always simple.”

Insights on Love from 2011

I found a handwritten note in a box in my room dated 6/24/2011. I was sixteen when I wrote it, knee deep in a high school relationship that would last for three years and end explosively during my first semester of college. As I struggle to find my place in my current relationship, it surprises me how I’m still feeling the same things I felt four years ago. Anyway, here is my sixteen year-old self’s reflection on love:

One of the worst types of pain is the pain you feel when you learn that someone you loved, trusted, and idealized isn’t as perfect as you thought they were. When we are in love, we want to believe the other person is flawless, and entirely ours. But when we learn of their imperfections, it becomes hard for us to distinguish which parts of them are real and which parts of them we have imagined to preserve our own sanity. 

5 Netflix Documentaries to Watch Before You Die

1. Blackfish

“Blackfish” (2013) is hands-down the best, most moving documentary that I’ve ever seen. I’m pretty sure it made me cry. It gives a thorough history of SeaWorld’s capture and mistreatment of orcas, and focuses specifically on Tilikum – an orca who has been involved in three deaths during his captivity at SeaWorld.

The film caused a lot of controversy, and although SeaWorld has refuted the filmmakers’ claims, one of the biggest things “Blackfish” has going for it is employee testimony.

You’re going to want to pull a “Free Willy” after this. Also, be prepared to have your heart broken when you hear baby and mama whales crying as they are separated. This thing could make Hitler want to save the whales

2. Crazy Love

“Crazy Love” (2007) is truly bizarre biography of Burt and Linda Pugach. It’s a classic love story.

You know how it goes. Boy meets girl, boy hires someone to dump acid in girl’s face and goes to prison, and then somewhere in there, there’s a wedding. This shit makes the stalker ex who goes through your trash at night seem perfectly harmless and lovable.

Don’t make the same mistake I did for the first half of this movie and mentally scoff at the fact that Linda is wearing sunglasses for all of her interviews. Spoiler alert: she’s blind – from, you know, having acid dumped in her face.

There’s a fine line between passionate and obsessive, and Burt Pugach definitely crosses that line. Nobody panic – he still gets the girl in the end.

3. Jesus Camp

Speaking of crazy, if there is anything more terrifying than religious fanatics, it’s the influence that these fanatics have over their children. “Jesus Camp” (2006) documents the brainwashing and manipulation that goes on at a particularly controversial Christian summer camp.

This one can be kind of tough to stomach, as it’s basically an hour and a half of watching children undergo psychological torture.

And don’t worry, this horror movie documentary isn’t a bash on your average Christian. The leaders of the camp are definitely extremists, and are so far to the right that they have the kids lay hands on and pray to a cardboard cut-out of a particular U.S. president (hint: it’s George W. Bush). So, don’t get offended. Just get angry.

4. Sound and Fury

Continuing with the theme of abusive questionable treatment of children, we turn now to “Sound and Fury” (2000), which explores two brothers’ decisions about giving their deaf children cochlear implants that would allow them to hear.

One of the brothers is super adamant about keeping his 5-year-old daughter deaf, even when she specifically asks for the implant.

Apparently this is a thing in the deaf community, so we aren’t really supposed to be mad about it. As a group, they have a very strong sense of culture and see the cochlear implant as a rejection of this identity. The debate gets pretty heated, and the documentary is pretty intriguing.

Also, if you like this one, there is a follow-up on YouTube called “Sound and Fury: Six Years Later,” and a TEDx Talk by Heather Artinian (the little girl who wanted the implant), which is also available on YouTube.

5. It’s a Girl

I’m don’t really consider myself to be hugely interested in the feminist movement, so I put this one off for a long time. After watching it, I feel stupid for doing that. “It’s a Girl” (2012) is about gendercide and violence toward women and girls in India and China, not straight up feminism.

It’s a super serious subject – one Indian woman emotionlessly describes how she killed her multiple (I think it was eight) infant daughters. The only weird thing about this documentary is that these hard-hitting stories are paired up with cutesy animations that I could have done without.

“It’s a Girl” is a good one to watch if you just want to stay updated on what’s going on in the world. I feel like I’ve heard about China’s one-child policy a million times, but I didn’t really know how it affected people on an individual level until I watched this.


I could navigate this house by memory:
The big round windows to the soul.
The shutters, for slamming.
The doors that lead to the chambers of the heart.
And the rooms left unlocked.

The joints and beams that will
Creak when we grow old,
Nails giving themselves to hold us together.
Rotting wood carved erratically
By a circulatory system of termites.

That place upstairs where we will paint –
Desperate artists must always bleed to feel
(Or so they say).
The shelves of books that we will study,
Tearing through pages
Until we find
What makes a heart tick.

– P.B.

“Candle on the Water”

Did anyone else forget about this gem, sung by Helen Reddy in Pete’s Dragon? Makes me think about The Great Gatsby, too.

I went to a wedding yesterday, and it got me thinking a lot about my relationship and how we’re handling this long-distance business. I thought I was doing really well, but there will always be moments when I feel powerless. I guess tonight is one of those nights. I just have to keep reminding myself that I would probably feel that way sometimes, even if he wasn’t across the ocean living in a parallel dimension that exists six hours into the future (that’s how time zones work, right?). I really do believe that everything will be okay in the long run, but there is a lot of time standing between now and then. I just have to stay focused on that candle (or green light) in the distance!

Also, I threw away my ex-boyfriend’s bathing suit. Didn’t even ask if he wanted it back.