The Unknown

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Some guy notices a girl at a party (The Unknown). Maybe it’s that love at first sight everyone talks about, and so often mistakes for the real thing. But what is love, really? Let me digress for a moment.

Recently, I fell victim to this awful, sickening feeling myself. You see a girl, and she seems absolutely stunning. Then you run into her again. And again. And many more times. Your eyes meet. You hesitate to approach for ages. And when she’s finally standing right next to you, by the same shelf in a store, and you realize there couldn’t possibly be a better moment to say hello—you’re suddenly paralyzed. You can’t so much as utter a word, let alone move. And just like that, she walks away, and you start beating yourself up: what a total idiot I am, that was the perfect chance to finally talk to her.

Time passes, and suddenly you spot her hanging out with friends and some guy. You start trailing them, just to convince yourself he’s merely an acquaintance, not a boyfriend. Then you lose them in the crowd, still without an answer.

Then comes the day you finally decide to walk up and introduce yourself. Against all odds, you find the courage. Just a couple of words, but it’s something. Now you’ve earned the right to say hi, since you’re technically “acquaintances” now. A couple of days later, you offer to buy her coffee, and she says: “not today.” You’re thrilled and energized, waiting for the next meeting to finally spend time together. But a day later, you realize her words meant nothing other than a soft rejection.

And luckily, I didn’t wake up in her body the next morning.
Which brings us back to the plot of The Unknown, starring the stunning Léa Seydoux.

It took me some time to pull myself together. To fall back in love with myself. To remember that I’m actually pretty great, sometimes even amazing, while not forgetting I’m still the same total idiot. And she’s not all that spectacular anyway, if she couldn’t see the stylish, antisocial empath, the punk intellectual (in my opinion, of course), and the creative spirit that I am.
Love is, first and foremost, love for oneself.

Maybe the universe itself doesn’t want me ending up with some ordinary girl who, let’s be honest, isn’t even that beautiful anyway.

P.S.
I’ve always loved seeing Léa Seydoux in sci-fi and fantastic cinema. And in Death Stranding, she’s simply perfect.