Yesterday, I came across this short editorial in the Urban Times called "3 Life-Lessons from (500) Days of Summer." Of course, I read it, because not only is (500) Days of Summer one of my favorite movies of all time (if that makes me a cliche or predictable or whatever, sorry I'm not sorry), but Zooey Deschanel's character is somewhat of a hero of mine.
About 3 years ago, I forced my friend to watch it with me. He had just come out of a break-up, so maybe, sure, it wasn't the best time for him to watch it. But I insisted, because I stand by my belief that the lesson it imparts is perfect for someone post-break-up. However, my friend tore the movie to pieces. I won't say what he thought about it, because it hurts my heart to this day. All in all, he came away thinking that Summer was a terrible person. I'm stealing this quite from Zooey, because it sums up my thoughts on this perfectly:
['500 Days Of Summer' was] actually very misunderstood. I can’t tell you how many guys, and girls, are like, ‘You did him wrong!’ What, she’s a bitch because she didn’t want to date that guy? So? Are we bitches because we have our own opinions? If that makes me a bitch, or that makes women bitches, then maybe we’re all bitches.
So, since we're all bitches, and some people date just to date, and not everyone you date is "the one," and there's nothing wrong with being cynical about love, and there's someone out there for everyone, and it's not always the person you think it is ... let's channel Zooey/Summer and embrace "what always happens -- life" in a slightly-nautical, slightly-retro way.