POST: 'Straight' - how fleeting love is
What's it about?
Straight is the story of a man who is presumably straight. He likes sports, working out, beer and his girlfriend. But what happens when he meets a young man that he feels personally and sexually attracted to?
What'd I experience?
The day couples get to enjoy themselves as well as (hopefully) the mutual love that is shared between the both of them and the day that the singles of this world stay home and relive every moment in their lives that have caused them to be single on this faithful day.
Valentine’s Day can feel like a cruel joke to a person. Safe to say that this “imaginary” person is actually me.
When I woke up that Sunday morning my first thought was “Jesus Christ why.” All I could think about was the fact that I had to wake up, get dressed, and go out into a world where everyone is holding flowers, a plushy or a heart shaped chocolate box. And to make matters worse I had to watch a play that dealt with the one topic I did not want to think about, love.
Before I even walked into the theater I was fully prepared to completely hate the show. Even if I loved everything about it I was dead set on being horribly sad, bitter, and depressed.
However, as I sat in my seat surrounded by a theater full of couple’s young and old, watching a delightful show I received a wonderful and much needed reality check. I was practically punched in the face with the realization that I was being a huge baby.
In the show, the love and sacrifice that was presented through the actions and words of the characters made me calm down. I saw through my very own eyes how fleeting love was, saw the pain and the suffering, saw the happiness that resulted regardless. I was mesmerized.
I had been angry and sad that I had to go through such a horrible time when everyone else was going through such a good one. But I realized that everyone had gone through these hard times, everyone.
I was so preoccupied with my perceived sadness that I failed to realize that this world is full of opportunities. There is 8 million people just in New York City. I can meet anyone.
As I was on the train that evening I kept reminding myself that things are going to look up for me.
At that exact moment I felt my phone buzz. My soon to be favorite name flickered on my screen with a very simple message that read “Hey, it’s me.” And almost instantly my day had changed completely.
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. My luck and sense of irony is really unbelievable.