Sundays are usually my day to (try to) relax, catch up on some sleep, and maybe watch a movie or two, so I caught Mr. Forrest Gump on the tube yesterday. Unless you’ve been living under a rock you know the story, so I’m not spoiling anything when I say that Jenny was one fucked up broad. I mean the whole abusive father thing had a big domino effect on her life, causing her to dabble in coke/heroin/kryptonite and keeping her trapped in abusive relationships. In fact if it wasn’t for the whole Vietnam thing, I would say that she had it worse than Forrest himself. But you have to wonder – could she have avoided all of this?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure it was her messed up childhood that caused her downward spiral. But still – between every stimulus and the response we give, there is a choice ((c) Stephen Covey) right? Freedom to choose is what makes us human. In her case, she chose the drugs, the men, and the overall slutatious lifestyle she lived….and then had the nerve to throw rocks at her old farm house like it was at fault (I know, it was a metaphor…but still).
I personally have always wondered why women chase these raggedy-ass ninjas with no job, no car, and all that shit TLC sang about, and don’t learn their lesson until they’re three kids deep with no man. Poor Forrest didn’t even get to hit it until Jenny contracted AIDS or whatever the fuck. Of course there are men out there doing the exact same thing, but I’m sure Greenie or LL will touch on that in the comments (I see ya’ll).
Anyway…my point is that there are too many modern-day Jennys running around nowadays chasing after the men they know they don’t need, especially when they know the relationship is gonna fall to pieces anyway…take your triflin’ ass to Charm School or something.