Peggy Sue Got Married

[sweetnpetite]

God, I love that movie. Always have.

Now I'm on the other side of the coin from when I first saw it. It's so wierd. I was in such a hurry to grow up and see what we'd all 'become.'

Now here I am, like millions before me thinking, 'why was I in such a hurry to grow up?'

It's not just high school, which totally sucks but everything. All the little things. You're mother was young, you're little sister was just a kid, your grandparents were still alive, things in your town were pretty much the way you had *always* known them. The future seemed so bright, you still looked forward to birthdays, the boy hadn't screwed you over yet, you were so naive, innocent (even if you thought you weren't), eager for the world, big plans and no idea....

Back in the day when the phrase, "TEENAGERS! Tired of Being Hassled. by Your Stupid Parents? ACT NOW. Move Out, Get a Job, Pay Your Own Bills . . . While You Still Know. EVERYTHING! " Made you wrinkle your forehead and go, "I don't get it."

I get it now...

Gee, I wish I still knew now, what I didn't know then!

http://www.allmoviescripts.com/scripts/9146308403f4e968d49428.html

http://www.bigeye.com/teenagers.htm

 

[sweetnpetite]

BETH:
When are you going to stop being so
mad at Dad? How do you think that
makes me feel?

PEGGY:
I have a lot of unresolved feelings
about him-- I don't trust him.

--------------

Do you think he loves Janet? Maybe
he's just smashed too many fortune
cookies.

--------------

BETH
Mom, lots of people are separated
and divorced.

PEGGY
Not from the guy with the
lowest prices in town.

 

[sweetnpetite]

Nastalgia

Why must these tortured memories come?
Making us long for things long gone-
the scent of lilacs in the spring
the notes played on grandma's piano
pounded out by small hands-
accompanited by the complaints of a grouchy uncle,
old by nineteen
or poured sweetly out by hands long gone
Christmas Carols occasionally,
rarely though you'd beg her often to play
She was much to busy for such frivolty
You never knew the work she did

And the days when you longed to grow up
to be what you would be
the future seemed a promise
of better things, which you did not want to wait for
you really didn't think
that you knew it all
and didn't understand
when they accused you of it

And friends you always thought
You would always see
Never knowing that one would go
in a car accident, stormy weather
or that one would get shot to death
at a party full of stoners
that one would get knocked up,
and your mother would forbid you to talk to her
Or maybe you
would be the outcast

But all of this
was back before then
when everything was perfect
and everything was terrible
You're skin was a mess
You're voice didn't work
You're body didn't seem to fit
You hated everything
And everyone seemed to hate you

Why must everything look
so much better from a distance?
Why must the bitter be so sweet?
Why must roses fade, and grandmas leave
and penny candy disapear into the past?
Why must we long for days
When things seemed simpler-
'Tho those days were but a trial
And full of complications of our own making
And spend our life rushing forward,
and gazing back?

The paper's faded
the words are gone
It's no use trying to touch
what seems so clear
will crumble benieth a too eager finger
Time is running-
Will you run too?

 

[amicus]

:Once upon a time there was a tavern..." An old song, "Those werre the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end, we'd sing and dance forever and a day...."

As much as I can recall the lyrics...

There is no answer, of course, dear SnP, no answer at all. And no kind, cajoling words with which to say, I too have those thoughts and feelings, perhaps we all do.

Feel fortunate, perhaps, that you have the ability to express those thoughts here in a place where others may share.

The best of all things to you...

amicus

 

[mismused]

Nastalgia

Why must these tortured memories come?
Making us long for things long gone-
the scent of lilacs in the spring
the notes played on grandma's piano
pounded out by small hands-
accompanited by the complaints of a grouchy uncle,
old by nineteen
or poured sweetly out by hands long gone
Christmas Carols occasionally,
rarely though you'd beg her often to play
She was much to busy for such frivolty
You never knew the work she did

And the days when you longed to grow up
to be what you would be
the future seemed a promise
of better things, which you did not want to wait for
you really didn't think
that you knew it all
and didn't understand
when they accused you of it

And friends you always thought
You would always see
Never knowing that one would go
in a car accident, stormy weather
or that one would get shot to death
at a party full of stoners
that one would get knocked up,
and your mother would forbid you to talk to her
Or maybe you
would be the outcast

But all of this
was back before then
when everything was perfect
and everything was terrible
You're skin was a mess
You're voice didn't work
You're body didn't seem to fit
You hated everything
And everyone seemed to hate you

Why must everything look
so much better from a distance?
Why must the bitter be so sweet?
Why must roses fade, and grandmas leave
and penny candy disapear into the past?
Why must we long for days
When things seemed simpler-
'Tho those days were but a trial
And full of complications of our own making
And spend our life rushing forward,
and gazing back?

The paper's faded
the words are gone
It's no use trying to touch
what seems so clear
will crumble benieth a too eager finger
Time is running-
Will you run too?

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Sometimes I just love to read what you write.

Thanks for some interesting comments, or commentary, I guess I should say.

mismused

 

[sweetnpetite]

You guys are the best!

I better appreciate ya while I got ya, hu?

 

[mismused]

You guys are the best!

I better appreciate ya while I got ya, hu?

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I rather doubt that you'll ever lack for admirerers that will appreciate you here.

mismused

 

[sweetnpetite]

====================

Sometimes I just love to read what you write.

Thanks for some interesting comments, or commentary, I guess I should say.

mismused

maybe I'll post that under poems, later. I just had to pour it out and see where it went.

I'm glad you enjoyed

btw, that is one of the nicest things anyone could have said to me. thanks

 

[mismused]

maybe I'll post that under poems, later. I just had to pour it out and see where it went.

I'm glad you enjoyed

=====================

Frankly, it was, uhm, quite nostalgic. Maybe too much so.

mismused

 

[sweetnpetite]

Speaking of enjoying thing, I quite liked your quote in your sigline.

"Knowledge is insidious! It vanquishes darkness, and gives you sudden understanding of all that it encompasses."

 

[mismused]

Speaking of enjoying thing, I quite liked your quote in your sigline.

"Knowledge is insidious! It vanquishes darkness, and gives you sudden understanding of all that it encompasses."

=========================

Thank you. I feel it has much truth in it.

mismused

 

[Weird Harold]

God, I love that movie. Always have.

Actually, the Porn version is a better movie, IMHO.


I think it was Bill Cosby who observed, "it's amazing how much smarter my parents got as a grew older."

 

[Guest]

Amicus got me to remembering a song...

"Pints, pills, drunk to the gills and boys i can hardly remember. Theres a fine mist coming over the hills. These are the last days of summer."

I'm sure I'm not the only one to remember this song. It says alot more then what it seems to say. Passage of time. What a wonderful gift, to be able to appreciate the 'then' and the 'now'.

Great thread Snp. *hugs*

 

[dr_mabeuse]

It's funny but I was just thinking about the idea of innocence: what it is, why we all find it attractive, why girls seem to retain it longr than men, why we all think that it should be preserved as long as possible, and just what it is you lose when you lose your innocence.

The facile answer is that innocence is ignorance of sex, but that's not it. You can be sexually active and still be innocent.

I think what it comes down to is that innocence is ignorance of the pain involved in love. You lose your innocence when you get hurt, and you can never get it back.

---dr.M.

 

[shereads]

:Once upon a time there was a tavern..." An old song, "Those werre the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end, we'd sing and dance forever and a day...."

As much as I can recall the lyrics...

There is no answer, of course, dear SnP, no answer at all. And no kind, cajoling words with which to say, I too have those thoughts and feelings, perhaps we all do.

Feel fortunate, perhaps, that you have the ability to express those thoughts here in a place where others may share.

The best of all things to you...

amicus

Sometimes you're not a misogynist.

 

[shereads]

I think what it comes down to is that innocence is ignorance of the pain involved in love. You lose your innocence when you get hurt, and you can never get it back.

---dr.M.

I wonder if some of us aren't born knowing that love ends in loss. i can't remember a time when I wasn't aware of a vague sense of sadness whenever I loved: being cuddled by the visiting grandmother; choosing a puppy. Choosing tomorrow's painful loss.

Maybe moving a lot as a child does that. We learn that becoming attached to a house and a best friend is an invitation to be hurt. We do it anyway, because the alternative is to exist without living.

 

[Guest]

It's funny but I was just thinking about the idea of innocence: what it is, why we all find it attractive, why girls seem to retain it longr than men, why we all think that it should be preserved as long as possible, and just what it is you lose when you lose your innocence.
...
I think what it comes down to is that innocence is ignorance of the pain involved in love. You lose your innocence when you get hurt, and you can never get it back.

Geez, Mab., you've got me thinking hard. Jeannette Winterson, in her novel "Written on the Body" says (from my memory), "The measurement of love is loss."

I presume you mean more than coupling type love. I thought I lost my innocence at ten when my father died, but I know it's still there cos I keep trying to give it away when I meet a possible new friend or lover.

My youngest son is especially sensitive and thin-skinned (though most people don't see it). Throughout his baby- and childhood people always remarked at his rich smiles and the sense of happiness they gave out. I still remember looking at him one moment (merely caught my eye) when he was about ten and feeling an enormous sadness knowing that that "innocence" would one day be gone. Now he's 27 and still seems to have it (which is not to say he's naive or immature). Gives me hope.

Perdita

 

[sweetnpetite]

It's funny but I was just thinking about the idea of innocence: what it is, why we all find it attractive, why girls seem to retain it longr than men, why we all think that it should be preserved as long as possible, and just what it is you lose when you lose your innocence.

The facile answer is that innocence is ignorance of sex, but that's not it. You can be sexually active and still be innocent.

I think what it comes down to is that innocence is ignorance of the pain involved in love. You lose your innocence when you get hurt, and you can never get it back.

---dr.M.

Yes, I think you're right, at least partly. And I definatly think that's why we miss it soo much. It's a certain purity of the moment- we're to young to be either nastalgic or cautious.

things change, and when we are attached to those things, the change hurts.

sometimes I think that the 'innocence' we all miss is just an allusion anyway. but change is real and unsettling. we loose the things that are most comforting. maybe that's what growing up is-giving up our binkies, our blankets, and our mothers lap

Extend this to the street we used to live on, the games we played, the music we listened to, the places we went, and everything else and you've got your history to idealize.

Maybe innocence is thinking things will never change...

I'm going now, I think I'm going to depress myself

 

[sweetnpetite]

another memorable line from the movie. (much more lightlearted) and off the heartrenching topic of... no, I won't say it

CAROL
I hear she does more than talk with
her mouth.

MADDY
That's disgusting!

CAROL
Oh, Maddy, grow up. It says in LOVE
WITHOUT FEAR that "the tongue kiss
as a means of genital stimulation
is widely practiced and has much to
commend it". (then they all giggle, childishly)

PEGGY
Did you memorize the whole book or
only the good parts?

CAROL
Just what you underlined.

 

[shereads]

Lester Burnham (American Beauty) in the moments after his death:

It's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst ...

And then I remember ... to relax, and not try to hold on to it. And then it flows through me like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I presume you mean more than coupling type love. I thought I lost my innocence at ten when my father died, but I know it's still there cos I keep trying to give it away when I meet a possible new friend or lover.

Yeah. Much more than coupling type love. How many stories on Lit are about innocent women who go through all sorts of sexual travails and yet retain their innocence. It's only once they fall in love that their innocence is lost.

I don't think I've ever been attracted to innocent women, or the very young, or virgins for that matter. They just feel so fragile to me. I know that a lot of men (and woman too, I imagine) find that innocence very compelling.

It's another thing entirely to take a woman who's experienced and maybe hurt and see that sense of innocence and hope reborn though. That's one of the pleasures of being in love: that feeling of being made brand new. That's really gorgeous.

---dr.M.

 

[SeaCat]

Yeah. Much more than coupling type love. How many stories on Lit are about innocent women who go through all sorts of sexual travails and yet retain their innocence. It's only once they fall in love that their innocence is lost.

I don't think I've ever been attracted to innocent women, or the very young, or virgins for that matter. They just feel so fragile to me. I know that a lot of men (and woman too, I imagine) find that innocence very compelling.

It's another thing entirely to take a woman who's experienced and maybe hurt and see that sense of innocence and hope reborn though. That's one of the pleasures of being in love: that feeling of being made brand new. That's really gorgeous.

---dr.M.

Hey Doc,

You have that right. It's never the innocent that I seem to want to comfort, it's always the ones who have been through way too much and still keep going. Maybe it's a connection with those sould who, like us, (Not just you and me, but so many here on Lit.) have lived life and seen it for what it is, yet keep on living and loving.

Cat

 

[sweetnpetite]

Lester Burnham (American Beauty) in the moments after his death:

It's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst ...

And then I remember ... to relax, and not try to hold on to it. And then it flows through me like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.

That is incredibly beautiful. And helpful too. Thanks for posting it.

 

[hotchkiss]

I think it comes down to (with the odd exeption ) that your mid teen to early twenties are the best time of your life, you should revel i and enjoy them to the max.

I peronally manged to stretch them into my thirties but thats another story

 

[sweetnpetite]

I think it comes down to (with the odd exeption ) that your mid teen to early twenties are the best time of your life, you should revel i and enjoy them to the max.

I peronally manged to stretch them into my thirties but thats another story

God, I hope not!

That's all I can say.