I'm in the middle of writing a short essay on Vivre sa vie by Godard. I hope this one is more successful than my last attempt at explaining Godard. This is one of the more pleasant of his films I've seen. My essay is going relatively well. This is the film with this beautiful shot of Anna Karina.
Went over to Vncnt's briefly, while he was having tea and oranges with Gnvr. We talked about some things, jealousy among them. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that I could be jealous of the people who hang out with my friends. He said it means that one is possessive of their friends, and that to possess someone is impossible. I mean, I am sort of possessive, I guess... but I'm not sure how that's a bad thing. I brushed it off by saying it was a matter of personality, and maybe it is, but I think what I meant was, it's a matter of how much you care for your friends to begin with. It's also a matter of security. I'm coming to terms with my insecurity and it somewhat worries me that I can be insecure with friends too. Although, I know I shouldn't be, then, that becomes my problem: getting over myself and my insecurity.
I had another flash of 'I don't want to be friends with Vncnt any more...' ...because 'I want him to be my boyfriend'. I don't understand my inability to shake him off..
Anna Karina is my friend, so is Monica Vitti, in my heart...
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