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Sometimes... · 6 February 05
...I feel like an impure, corrupting influence…
So I went to dinner at a friends house on Wednesday night, with a few other people. We started chatting about going to see a movie, something we have been meaning to do together for a while. I am used to talking freely about the films I have seen with my friend Heidi, or with most of my friends, to be honest… So I told her about a film I had seen and been very much struck by – Bad Education, directed by Pedro Almodovar. I enjoyed this film very much – and would go so far as to describe it as the best I have seen in quite a while. Everyone was inspired by this, and they formed a plan to go and see it together this weekend.
I just received a call from my friend Heidi – who unsurprisingly was also very struck by the film, and enjoyed it very much. However, when she described the reaction of the guy who had hosted the dinner, I felt stricken. I had not even thought, but if I had I would perhaps have considered that he comes from a very sheltered background. He is one of the nicest, most well meaning people I know. He has even gone so far as to apologise when he was with a group of guys who made a slightly crude comment in front of me – not anything to do with me – but he still felt guilty. I, on the other hand, hadn’t even really registered the comment, let alone felt any concern about it… He comes from an incredibly strict, sheltered and closeted religious background, and is very conflicted I know.
So now I find out that he was very distressed and shocked by the film. A film that struck and moved me, but did not shock me. The behaviour to me was somewhat extreme, but still within the realms of normality that I accept in this world. To him, he struggled to conceive that people could behave in this way, manipulate each other to such a level, be so corrupt in their lives.
I feel as if I have inflicted an awakening upon an innocent… One that may have come to him in time, but that I had no right to influence.. Especially with so little consideration for what I was saying and to whom…