Love, heartbreaks, and drunken stupor

Rom-coms have long since transcended the classic stereotype. Multi faceted characters, that’s what sells. Well, multi faceted within limits anyway.

In almost every feel good romantic movie, the hero and the heroine don’t like each other at first, then fall madly in love, and then into a tussle… breaks up, get involved with someone else… but in the end, they realise. And after a while their partners realise that they are inseparable. And they let them go. Love prevails.

Most of the times the underdog gets the girl. Nowadays even an unruly, wild, unconventional girl gets the boy. Sometimes even a fat one. Changing times!

Ah well! You don’t go watch a rom-com because you want to be reminded of reality. You go there because you want to forget about it.

After a romance out of an old classic love poem, the lovers somehow break up, and it seems for a while all’s lost. They get engaged separately, or are about to get married to other people, and everyone’s feeling that something’s not right here, and still everything falls just short. And then, in the climatic scene, everyone understands the mistakes and accept the follies, emotions fly high, and they get together and live happily ever after. And love prevails.

And you kiss your lover and are happy.

Any one of you ever thought of what happened to that good natured and/or goofy boy or girl who let go? Got left at the alter? Or in front of their friends?

And what about that loser who was always there for the dashing hero and the beautiful heroine? Ruining their chances by always being a call away, never summoning up the courage to go tell them know how they feel? Letting themselves treated as rags? All the while believing in their heart that they just weren’t good enough?

How does it feel to be always the trusted one, and never anyone’s beloved? What do they do, when they are alone in the night? Can’t sleep, lying awake at 1 in the night, hearing a nagging voice inside their head that may be, may be they should have told them once?

Wondering why everyone likes them so much, but no one loves them? Believing something’s fundamentally wrong with them? Staring at the mirror, and believing everyone’s was right… who’d have chosen that?

What do they do?

They get fat. They smoke. They get drunk. And watch a YouTube video. And another. Or a meaningless series. When they cannot keep their eyes open, they keep watching, squinting. They watch until they drop dead from exhaustion.

You see, that way they would not have to think.

Sometimes they drunk write. Because they cannot drunk text. They don’t have one to drunk text.

No, they write, because it makes them feel like someone’s listening.

And yet they cannot sleep. They cannot move on. They cannot not think.

Why are they so afraid? So averse to make an effort? So… deserted?

Is it because they got rejected every single time they made an effort? And it always felt like it was their own mistake?

Is it because everyone told them that they were wonderful? But no one, not one, ever loved them? Like loved them above everyone else? Made them their number one priority?

And now they just think, what’s the fuckin’ point? And try to save their souls from being shredded and dumped like a used document?

Now you can’t very well sympathise with them. You really can’t give them a chance. I mean come on, they themselves would be the last person to do that. They don’t love themselves! No way! The world showed them they were not interesting enough.

Unlovable.

No, that would be ridiculous.

But perhaps the next time you watch a movie, just give a passing glance to that person. Try not to be so happy when the loser finally gets discarded along the way.

That would be a big favour. You see, no one ever did that much for them either!