football and the french

Playing football whilst asleep is how i began my day. No, really, I did. It's a strange experience and one that I'm not necessarily too eager to repeat, but an experience nevertheless.

Objectively speaking it's somewhat strange that actions and events dictate how we feel. Why should it make a difference what happens on any given day? In theory, surely, our attitude to life should be one in which we judge our self-worth upon factors outside of social interaction and the situations we encounter. I would argue that self-worth should be dependent upon ones understanding of God's unconditional love. Be that as it may, we cannot help ourselves when events seem to conspire to affect our emotional life. Feelings of rage, insecurity, superiority, fundamental thoughts on our individual value as people seem to depend too much on what happens to us and how others feel about us - essentially things of no eternal consequence.

Cultural differences are so fascinating! Check out Le Divorce for an example of what I'm talking about. It's a movie that seems to be trying not to be Hollywood, and in a way it's not. It certainly makes an effort to be a lot more intelligent than most Hollywood movies. It almost pulls it off too. I would be interested to know how differently a French film-maker would have approached such a project. Anyhow, as a study in the way two western cultures interact it's an amusing and informing movie. It reminds me of what Peter Nobel had to say about dealing with the French; "An English guy walks into a cafe in Cannes and asks if they have a men's room. The waiter replies: 'Monsieur! I have only two hands!'"