How I Love Synchronicity
The film last night was eerily similar to things I’ve
been thinking about lately. The main character was brilliant,
a genius actually, clever, gifted, abused as a child, and deserted
by the very people who were supposed to protect him…
He was unable to be close to anyone, and always left first,
so as not to Be left. He did not expose himself to others,
and looked for their weakness, in order to divert attention
from his own fears, and to throw them off balance,
gain the advantage.
Because he thought of himself as unlovable, he could not
venture to love another. He preferred to keep the distance,
to maintain the fantasy, the perfection of the other.
Real was not something he was comfortable with.
It was so pointedly on, I was tempted to write down some
of the lines. But the most powerful one, the one that
gathered it all into something that could be absorbed,
and was stated by the shrink was this:
IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT!, IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT!, IT’S NOT
YOUR FAULT, It’s Not Your Fault, It’s Not your fault, It’s not
your fault, It’s not your fault, It’s not your fault, it’s Not
your fault, it’s not your fault, it’s not …. over and over
and over until Finally….
Finally the layers slid away, one by one, and he heard…
He actually Heard and Felt, and the tears came, the
Heart opened, the bruised and battered child allowed
himself to be held and forgiven by….himself.
It did indeed remind me of someone I used to know.
The film is Good Will Hunting… and
it Did help, just a little.