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Movies on my mind: Bridget Jone's diary (1 & 2)

Love that movie, both parts...
They're actually my kind of funny movies; not the dump, slip-over-banana ,type of funny, but the sarcastic, dark, funny-in-a-sad-way kind of funny. Added to that, a happy ending to touch the naive girl in me.


Thinking about the movie, after a smart conversation (with za pest friend) I realized that perhaps I just need to acknowledge the difference between Mr. Perfect and Mr. Right (for lack of a better terminology).

Mr. Right,
is the good CV, the rich guy, with the expensive car, the house in the suburbs and the family name(النسب الى يشرف). Your mother loves him because well, he's right for her daughter. Your dad trusts him and can spend hours talking to him. And your siblings show him off to their friends.

And then there is Mr.Perfect. Mr. Perfect is the guy you always fall for, he proves the type theory ( that each of us has a type that we fall for every single time). Usually, your parents can't stand Mr. Perfect and you can't blame them, as deep inside you know that he's wrong for you and will end up breaking your heart (unless you're extremely lucky and have Mr.Perfect be Mr. Right).

In Bridget's world Daniel Cleaver was Mr. Perfect and Mark Darcy was Mr. Right. Or in her terms, Naugty boys and Nice boys. For her, she put a bit of effort to try to be with Mr. Right but it worked well in the end. In my case, even when I tried the Mr. Right option, I was proven wrong! Of course, in the movie, both guys are good looking and interesting. In real life, I'd expect Mr. Perfect to be good looking or at least looks interesting while Mr.Right would be fat, bald and ugly. Go figure!

Naturally, the more deep/complex your personality is, the more complex and problamatic your Mr. Perfect becomes. Is it the complexity that attracts us? Haven't proved it yet. I think the major problem occurs, when your Mr. Perfect is so far from being Mr. Right, cause (يا حرام), it becomes very unlikely that you can meet someone you actually end up with, especially if you , like me, try to be a bit rational about your decisions.

Sometimes I think if I was a little less conservative/religious things would have been alright , but I know I'd never be able to do that since I'm a moral/ethical person. So I think maybe if I was a little less moral/ethical, but I know I won't pull that off either , since I'm a relatively smart person who can tell right from wrong and understand the consequences of my behaviour. So I end up wishing/wondering/thinking what if I was like 60% less smarter... then life would have been heaven. But end of the day.. it's all thoughts, it's not real, and its not likely to happen. And at the end of the day, I thank God with all the blessings he has bestowed upon me, even if it gets me trouble. I'm sure God know best.. but, there's no harm in wondering.

Anyway, I leave you guys with some cool quotes from the movie:

Bridget: Wait a minute... nice boys don't kiss like that.
Mark: Oh, yes, they fucking do.

Mark: I like you, very much.
Bridget: Ah, apart from the smoking and the drinking, the vulgar mother and... ah, the verbal diarrhea.
Mark: No, I like you very much. Just as you are.

Bridget: ...ah! New Year's Resolution: drink less... and quit smoking... and quit talking total nonsense to strangers... actually, quit talking, full stop.

Bridget: You think you've found the right man, but there's so much wrong with him, and then he finds there's so much wrong with you, and then it all just falls apart.

Bridget: Friends - they spend years trying to find you a boyfriend, but the moment you get one, they instantly tell you to dump him!

And my favorite:

Bridget: I truly believe that happiness is possible... even when you're thirty-three and have a bottom the size of two bowling balls.

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