“i wanna get hurt!” it’s a rock-and-roll love story. it’s life after graduation. it’s floating in space before adulthood.
being at the very edge of youth and adulthood is a crystallized time capsule where every emotion is turned up to eleven, glittering and audacious in its vastness. you never just like someone, you are hopelessly in love with them. you never simply want things, you need them like a dull ache. you never just hurt, you feel every piece of your heart breaking in every nook and cranny of your being. life is unfolding and collapsing and unfolding again. understanding is small, but emotions are larger than life. it’s a perfect prelude to the disappointments of later living.
in say anything, it’s the kaleidoscope of colors that first gets you and paints the exuberant landscape, the memory capsule of those last few vestiges of being young, right on the edge of something bigger. but there’s solitude, too, even in suburbia. even when you don’t expect it.
what a travesty to know the rest of living is a series of disappointments. what a relief to know we are always relentless in our stupid earnest pursuiy of loving one another anyway. they don't do comedic romances (not romantic comedies!) like this anymore. we are all standing outside someone’s window playing the greatest hits of our heartbreak. but it’s nice to know sometimes living is a sweet love song. there’s good part to this story.
“just knowing that a version like that exists, knowing that just for a minute she felt that and wrote “i can’t help loving you”. that has to be a good thing.”
