I was going to post some thoughts on movies, but there is a lot more personal introspection happening that delves into a lot of painful spaces today, and I am nothing if not fluffy.
Most of what I'm seeing today is centered around relationships, either of the romantic sort or close friendships, and the pain that comes from unmet expectations.
On one hand, when someone doesn't meet your expectations, how much of it is their fault for not meeting the expectations, and how much of it is yours for having them in the first place?
On the other, when someone is close to you, shouldn't you at least have some expectations of how they should behave, or what they should do?
I'm torn here. With most of my friends, I do have certain minimal expectations of personal integrity. I do understand that people screw up from time to time, and I am pretty quick to forgive and understand under most circumstances, but if the behavior becomes consistent or if it's really egregious, I reserve the right to reconsider my friendship.
There is an old story about the frog and the scorpion:
There was a scorpion on the bank of the river who asked a frog to ferry him to the other side.
"Oh no," the frog said. You would sting me."
"That's ridiculous," the scorpion replied, "because then I would drown."
Convinced, the frog took the scorpion on his back and began to swim the river. In midstream, the scorpion's lethal urge became too strong and he plunged his stinger into the frog's neck.
The sinking frog groaned, "Why, why?"
The scorpion gave his final shrug and replied, "Fuck you, asshole."
(I like my version.)
Moral of the story: be careful what you wish for. It might have raisins.