Kay has been a delight.
Two plus months of dating has me at ease with her. That first date is now a faint memory as I
left it sure I would never see her again.
I’m so glad I was wrong. After a
couple of weeks, we started texting each other and started seeing each other
regularly.
Walks in the park, sharing ice cream on a warm day, a walk
through the “superbloom” that we had in Southern California this year, a little
train ride, and a walk by the ocean where she pointed out the birds diving into
the water, and most of all, a friend to share the experience with.Kay and I got along great together.She’s smart but doesn’t flaunt it.She laughs at my lame jokes and tells a few
of her own.She’s affectionate and holds
my hand and hugs me at will.I’m loving
all of this as this is why I had decided to break out of my domestic
prison.I was happier than I had been in
way too long a period.
Yet I felt uneasy.I
knew there was something she was hiding.I suspected what it was and even tried to coax her to open up about
it.She wouldn’t.And just as quickly as this whole thing had
started, it ended abruptly without a word, let alone an explanation.After a few weeks, I texted her to prod an
explanation.I got one saying I was a “wonderful
man with a heart of gold”, but there were too many complications to continue
this.Again, she wouldn’t divulge the real
complication.She didn’t expect that I
would know what it was, but I did and do.
Kay, I wish I was more important to you so you wouldn’t have
so easily discarded me because you were afraid to ask me something.I would have answered honestly and we would
have either gotten closer or moved on.My
answer may have even surprised you as I don’t think you really understood who I
am.Now I can’t forgive you for that,
and I’ll have to try to accept the fact that this wasn’t meant to be.But I’m heartbroken.
I’m back where I was at the beginning of the year, albeit a
bit sadder yet grateful.I’ll always
remember those wonderful couple of months with Kay.
"Am I really doing this?”
I ask myself this question – out loud even. Well, I am in my car. “How did it come to this?” I never thought I’d be on a blind date again
in my lifetime. I suppose there really
aren’t any “blind” dates anymore. The
Internet allows us to see basic info and even some photographs. We’ve also been texting each other through
the “app”. So, I’m supposed to have some
idea who Kay is. But it is so easy to be
fake.
When were those photos taken?Is she really all the things she says she
is?How do I know she’s not a
monster?Of course, I assume she’s
asking these questions about me as well.
I’m early of course, a habit of mine so I have a lot of time
to think sitting in my car in the parking lot.I’m incredibly uncomfortable.I had
already texted Kay my marital status and gave a brief explanation.I vowed to myself to not going out without
this disclosure.How uncomfortable is
she?What kind of woman willing sees a
man she already knows is married?Does
she understand and accept my situation?
Damn!This is
hard!A big part of me really doesn’t
want to do this.I keep reassuring
myself that I’m not cheating.I’m not
doing wrong.I’m not a bad person and I
deserve some happiness instead of being a prisoner in my own home.But the guilt is there.“Am I really doing this?”
There’s the text that she has arrived.There’s no turning back now as I exit my car
and head towards the restaurant.I guess
this is where the authenticity of our photos is tested.Will we recognize each other?
I see her.She gets
there just before I do and I note that she looks every bit like the photographs
I’ve seen.This is good.She doesn’t fake it.“Hello Kay, it’s so nice to finally meet
you!”I got that out okay.Kay warmly greets me.She is nicely dressed in a somewhat low-cut
green dress.This, for some reason
doesn’t help my growing apprehension.If
she had dressed more casually, I would have taken it more as a casual
meeting.Now I’m dealing with someone
who is essentially saying ‘This is meaningful.’I manage a “Shall we?” as I do open the door and allow her to enter
first.
Martini for her, glass of Cabernet for me, bread on the
table and we’re through the first round of small talk.Kay’s daughter had recently left home,
leaving Kay with the desire to date which is something she’s been doing for
nearly a year.I talk a little about my
work and that I mostly work at home and that it is pretty much my whole life.
This inevitably leads to the discussion of what is really
going on with my marriage.I tell her
its what I had texted her earlier.“This
is not a relationship that anyone would define as ‘marriage’.” I admit to being very uncomfortable about the
discussion, but I know it’s important and we have to get past it.
Was it the way I conveyed it?I can sense her demeanor has changed as
suddenly, I’m seeing a look that’s a combination of pity and
condescension.“The one who has to get
past this is you.If you really felt the
way you say you do, you wouldn’t be so fidgety.You started the evening off as a tower of strength, but now you’re
slinking into your seat and your voice pitch is higher.You can’t deny that you still love your wife.”
I guess years of being a teacher made her very able to read
people.“I do love my wife.I never said I didn’t.You’re right that I’m uncomfortable.I can’t shake the fact that I feel I’m
betraying her.Staying home and feeling
sorry for myself isn’t going to help me.I need to meet people.I need this
to remind myself that there are those out there who aren’t depending on me to
come through for them.”
We continued talking through dinner about other parts of our
livelihoods.Looking at her, it was
apparent that she didn’t feel the evening measured up to the expectations she had.I wonder what they really were.
I just finished my first “First Date” in 26 years.I’m not sure I can go through this again.
On a cold, wet day late in winter, this is where my heart
breaks and my whole world crumbles, right?
Instead, oddly enough, I find myself feeling relief.Relief!Relief that the complications that I had conceived would be in my future
dissipated.Relief that I wouldn’t have
to keep trying to come up with excuses to see her to get her attention.
“Congratulations!That’s very wonderful news!I’m
so happy to hear that and so happy for you!”These words just came out of me genuinely, nothing fake. She gleams.I could tell she was pleased with my reaction.I wonder if she would have told me if her
co-worker hadn’t.I tempt myself to go
over to her side of the table and hug her, but I don’t.I feel too self-conscious all of a sudden.Instead, I lightly raise my glass.
I ask when will the event happen.“November” she says.“Back east”.I put on a little show of disappointment.“But I won’t have a chance to dance with the
bride!”This was an unusual thing for me
to say since I don’t like dancing and am very bad at it.She laughingly replies “Well, if you really
want to dance, we can arrange something before.” I laugh back and put my hands
up and slightly shake my head “That’s okay.I’d just trip anyways.”
The three of us part.I wonder when I’ll see her again.Despite the news, I hope it won’t be too long.
I’m afraid that the sky will open up as I walk back to my
car, I think to myself, ‘I’m truly happy for her.How odd!’I realize it was love.I really
loved her!And real love means that her
happiness and fulfillment are more important than mine.I know there would be times coming up when I will
forget that and feel sad for myself.I’ll
just have to try to remember that first reaction.I’m frankly, a little proud of myself for the
way I handled the news.Too many times
in other situations, I’ve reacted poorly and said the wrong thing.
A nice round of applause and even a shout occurs as we
finish up our duet. I get a nice little
hug. As we sit back down, she apologizes
for not knowing the song as well as she’d like.
I smile at her and tell her she did great and I hope she had fun while
doing it. I also bring up the fact that
I screwed up one line and know the song so I have no excuse. She says “No worries! It’s always fun with
you Robert. You surprise me every time
you go up there. You’re so different
when you’re not in trial.”
She’s right of course.When working, I’m almost all business, intense even.I’m glad she realizes there’s more to me than
the oftentimes stern and critical technician she sees in various courtrooms.Sitting down and taking in a few good swigs
of beer, I get a few “good job” gestures and it’s not long before I’m back in
my shell.She’s now talking with the
guys.I pretend to listen in, but I
can’t distinguish voices with all the background noise so as usual, I don’t
know what’s going on.It’s almost 11 and
I finish my beer and get ready to go up and request my third, and almost
certainly last song.I’ve been debating
this one.Do I dare somber down and go
with Herb Alpert’s “This Guy’s In Love With You”.I know it well.I used to sing it to my wife, but now I have
a different target in mind.I ask the
passing waiter for a Coke and I wonder if I should go through with it.I’d sing the song looking straight ahead and
certainly not at her.I have some cute
gestures I like to do with this number.It’s
too on-target!Plus, she’s had a few and
the bar is louder than ever and full of half, maybe even a few fully drunk
patrons.She may not notice.I’ll save it for another night and do a real
attention getter instead.I’ve been wanting
to do “Enter Sandman” by Metallica for a while.I’m not a hard rocker, but I can roar with the best of them.I got to get some sugary cola down my throat
though.It will prepare my voice better.
I got a bit hoarse at the end, but really got the crowd
going.There was a good deal of laughter
when I got back to the gang.It was fun
for me. It was fun for them watching me,
an old guy stroll around the little stage and scare everyone with my intense
heavy metal growl.I get told that they
never imagined me doing anything like that.I tell them I forgot my leather pants.More laughter ensues.She comes
over and hugs me.I hug her back strong
and long here.She’s a bit intoxicated
and I can smell the cigarette smoke on her so I was able to get a bit extra
touchy-feely.She felt so good.It was tough to let go.
I look her in the eyes and tell her I will have to be
leaving soon.“Awww, I know you have a
long drive home.”Yes, I was tired and a
bit burned out.As I had mentioned,
these crowded gatherings are exhausting to an Aspie.
The drive home tonight will just have me frustrated.I’ll keep thinking of things I should have
said.I’ll start thinking of what to do
next.
‘Why does it always have to be so noisy?’ People all
around me, uncomfortable hard chair, slightly sticky tabletop below my hand,
and a cold Stella in the other hand, but still on the table. I’m uncomfortable. I can’t distinguish the voices around me. I hope no one is speaking to me because I
wouldn’t be aware. Public places are a
challenge for an Aspie. Just sitting in
the wooden chair wears me out physically and even spiritually. But I’m glad to be here. I need to be here.
I sip my beer and attempt to chat.My limited range of subjects to chat about
have me bringing up a question concerning our work.I don’t really want to talk shop, but I can’t
think of anything else.I hate small
talk.I remember the movie “As Good As
It Gets” with Jack Nicholson sitting down at a restaurant with Helen Hunt and
after about 2 exchanges and maybe 3 or 4 sentences, Jack just exasperatingly says
how exhausting this was.I can relate.
Finally, the karaoke host enters and the reasons for being
in this little restaurant/bar come into focus.Despite the messy distractions, I had grown very fond of karaoke.It may be a weird thing to say, but it’s
probably my best form of expression.Going up in front of people has never been a problem for me.Speaking my mind, on the other hand, would be
fatal because I know I’ll say the wrong thing or trip over my words so badly. But karaoke is scripted.It’s laid right out there on the monitor of
what to sing and when to sing it.
I almost always know what my song selections will be for the
night.I may pretend to look in the book
– actually, this place doesn’t even have the books, it’s all online now which
means ‘Forget about it!’ as far as I’m concerned.I know because every song I do has a
purpose.Tonight, I’m opening with “All
About Soul” from Billy Joel.This is an
old favorite of mine.I always wanted
this to be about my wife.At one time,
much of it was – the woman of faith and devotion who soothes my soul.Alas!That
time is past.So, I do this number
because I still love the song, I do it well, and…she’ll hear it.Will she be impressed by my Billy Joel
impression?Will she be impressed by the
passionate way I perform the song?Will
she be impressed that I would choose such a spiritual and meaningful work and would
that change and improve her perception of me?In my fantasy, yes to all the above.In reality, I wish I knew.
Back at the table.The group, that includes her, all praise me.I smile and thank them all.It’s a good supportive group of people.I’m grateful and lucky to know them.I take in a few sips of beer and get back up
and approach her.I finally get her
attention and remind her that we had talked about doing a duet together the
last time.I tell her I’m not accustomed
to duets and have only done it a handful of times.I’m going to ask her if she was familiar with
“Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” by Elton John and Kiki Dee.Unlike the first song, this one is more
direct and I have to hope she would have fun with it and the words from me
(Elton) would stick in her brain for a while.Second choice is “Love Shack” by The B-52’s.It's a nutty song and I do the Fred Schneider
voice really, really well.This would
get a good crowd reaction.I’d have to
hope she would be impressed by my ability to have fun with a song.
"A reasonable man adapts to the world. Unreasonable one tries to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, progress always depends on unreasonable ones." - George Bernard Shaw
In Part One, I covered the broad theme of explorers driven
to find new worlds and establish their visions of Utopia. Every individual has their own ideas of
Utopia so therefore this never works as is the case of Allie Fox in The
Mosquito Coast.
Now let’s focus in on Allie Fox himself. I bet anybody who has seen this movie came
out of it with a strong opinion of him. He
has a strong personality. He looks like
an ordinary fellow, but we just can’t help noticing his self-confidence and
belief in openly sharing his ideas to anybody within earshot. I’ll admit right now that I think Allie Fox
is a fascinating character. Is he the
way he is just because he wants to be different? How much of what he says is truly what he
believes and how much is just to get his way?
Who is Allie Fox?
I’ll go over some of the same points as part 1, but only
because they fit these points as well.
Allie thinks of himself as “The Last Man”, the one who will
save civilization, the last one who knows how.
Allie’s son Charlie thinks of his father as a “genius”. He listens to Allie rant on and soaks it all
in. Charlie is the eldest son and is
clearly Allie’s favorite child. Charlie
is the apparent heir of Allie’s genius.
Jerry is Allie’s second son.
He’s always unsure of his father, his visions, and his intentions. He’s not the believer Charlie is and is
therefore mostly ignored by Allie.
I have to point out that this story is being told from the
perspective of Charlie. Charlie, being
very much like his father is misogynistic.
We never learn his mother’s name.
She is just referred to as “Mother” – her sole role in the family and
the movie. The same goes for the twin
daughters. They are referred to
as “April” and “Clover” in the closing credits, but I don’t believe that either
one is called by name during the movie. They
hardly matter in Charlie’s narrative.
Charlie with his bias towards his father, is not an entirely credible
narrator.
So what do “Mother” and the daughters think of Allie? It doesn’t matter and they all seem very
accepting of this. “Mother” is happy
when Allie is happy.
Most people outside the family who know Allie think he’s the
town nut.
Reverend Spellgood seems to think Allie is a false prophet,
or perhaps even the devil who poisons the ears of those who listen.
When Allie brought civilization in the form of farming,
organized housing, and finally ice and air conditioning to a village in the
Belize jungle, the indigenous people there thought he was a god. Deep down inside, this is what Allie wanted
all along. For an all too short period,
all was well with Allie when his vision appeared to come to reality and it was
all due to him.
Which basically makes Allie a megalomaniac. He has a God complex.
Allie talks and talks and talks. He hears only himself and this conditions him
into believing he is a god.
Allie can create a person a.k.a. “Fatboy”.
“The Earth’s bellybutton”. Allie’s position is that he can control even
the Earth. The Earth has human parts
like “Fatboy”.
Even Mr. Polski’s employees call Allie “Father”.
"He’s my father too!”
The Bible doesn’t work. Allie feels he can make this judgment.
Allie wants the wheel.
The need for control.
Allie gets his way.
He takes the wheel as if it’s his boat later on.
Allie and Spellgood argue. Allie lambasts his “lack of
presumption”. He also speaks as if he
replaced God – “he didn’t, I did!”
The family being excited to go “home” means loss of
control to Allie. Notice how he regains
his control. He uses fear as a tool to
control. He tells his family America
doesn’t exist anymore.
In order to perpetuate his own delusion that he is a god, Allie
feeds his megalomania by turning negative situations positive with the tool of
rationalization.
Mr. Polski rejects ‘Fatboy’. Allie is disappointed at first, but then
tells his boys that it’s a good thing.
Jeronimo is obviously not what Allie expected, but he
tells his family it’s perfect.
Allie even rationalizes the destruction of Jeronimo.
“An Ordeal is a Square Deal”. That’s an interesting quote. Who said it? Theodore Roosevelt? Or is that
Allie’s?
With yet another disaster happening and all seeming to
be lost again, we get “I’ve got control!”
as Allie quickly regains his confidence with the found spark plugs and
gasoline. We know this is false because
the plugs and gas came from Mr. Haddi and Charlie. Allie did not have control.
“I’m doing this for all of us. I’m doing this for you.” More rationalization.
“Beautiful country, eh Mother.” Allie goes back to thinking he can make
everything right.
Allie’s most human moments are when the 3 mercenaries take
over. He even admits he made a mistake.
Spellgood and his own God-complex.
“And Pharoah said…”
Does Spellgood see the people of Jeronimo as “Israel”
meaning slaves? Allie notes the barbed
wire around his property and calls it a “Christian Concentration Camp”. Spellgood’s upset that “his people” forsook
him for Allie.
Spellgood’s beliefs are opposite of Allie’s. Spellgood
sees life as a burden where one must accept one’s place in it and
endure. Spellgood is just the man to
give comfort to the people that God will ease their burdens. Allie believes that problems in life are
there to be fixed. Allie is the man up
to the task. Both men are megalomaniacs.
When Allie confronts Spellgood, whom he sees as a foe, the
camera angle depicts him like a gunfighter fingering his hammer as if he’s
about to be in a quickdraw.
I find the blue and yellow clothing interesting. Notice how almost everybody wears blue and/or
yellow except Allie and Charlie, who mostly wear tan and green. They see themselves as separate from the
others. Even Spellgood and two
men with them are in yellow or blue.
Mother wears white with a blue kerchief.
Looks like she’s a bit in between.
Just as Allie’s temple burned in a raging inferno,
so did Spellgood’s. The burning tower resembles “Fatboy” burning.
Omens/Foreshadowing
Throughout the movie, there are little clues or omens that
betray the thought that all is right with Allie and his visions.
Polski outright warns Charlie and Jerry that their father is
dangerous.
Shadows creeping. A
broken down ancient temple. I mentioned
these in part 1.
Upside-down pyramid on “FatBoy” counters the idea that Allie
and “Fatboy” are at the top of things.
Allie get angry when Jerry doesn’t show the awe everyone
else does.
Allie’s watch is an “Omega” meaning the end.
Raft looks like a fish skeleton. Raft of death.
Tyrant at the end.
You think of socialist “utopias” that quickly turned into tyrannies –
USSR, China, Cuba.
Allie realizes he’s just a man at the end.
It’s hard to think of it this way, but the world needs its
Allie Foxes. It needs people who do what
everyone else think is crazy. It’s those
like Fox who wake people up and ultimately inspire others. Progress doesn’t come institutionally from
governments or corporations; it comes from risk-takers with self-serving
motives.
I'm going to attempt to get back to the personal discipline of writing something at least a couple of times a week. Much of it really will be pure drivel as I'm doing this for me and not trying to impress or enlighten anybody. So move along, please. Nothing to see here.