This weekend, in addition to watching the Nets lose in person, cleaning the house, walking Gonzo in the park, hosting my lovely grandparents for lunch and cooking porkchops for the first time (people who know my finicky eating habits will think this is hilarious), Joe and I saw Stranger Than Fiction. I really enjoyed it, from both entertainment and literary perspectives.
For those who aren't familiar with the title, the movie starts with the day-to-day activities of a character named Harold Crick, played by Will Ferrell. When he starts hearing a voice narrating his deepest thoughts, he consults with a literary professor played by Dustin Hoffman, who devotedly helps him try to determine when, why and how he will die.
Ever the self-inspecting analytical sort, I started to think about how Hoffman's charater's questions to Crick would apply as reflection on one's life. Is your life a comedy or a tragedy? Is it plot-driven or character-driven? To answer the latter, Hoffman's character (professor Jules Hilbert, thanks IMDB) tells Crick to go home and do nothing. If the story is plot-driven, life will happen to him. If it is character-driven, nothing will happen until he makes it happen.
I think that few real people have such simply categorized lives, but it is easy to see how a certain period in one's life can be character or plot driven. For me, these last few weeks and coming months are and will be incredibly character-driven. It is up to me to make things happen, to adapt and perservere and charm. After suffering a few minor setbacks already this morning, it is up to me to pick up, move forward and drive.
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