Of Reel and Real Life

Many a time, I had previously lamented on my Sex and the City (SATC) entries on how I could truly relate to Carrie Bradshaw. On her love for dresses, shoes, fashion but most importantly of all, of her love life in all 6 seasons.

Those who have watched the series would know how her relationships were like: doomed to fail then seemingly got alive then became nowhere (read: Big), doomed to fail from the very start (read: Aleksandr Petrovsky), deemed to succeed but failed in the end (read: Aidan), and the list goes on.

A girlfriend recently asked me a supposedly sensitive question.

"What if Big wants you back?"

The "Big" she was talking about was not the same guy in the series, of course. Rather, a more delicate manner of me putting it across in this public domain instead of naming the party. And "Big", as she had realised, hasn't dated anyone since... well, the last time he dated me. Which makes it 3 whole years. :p

It has come even to her attention that, in reality, I could really become a Carrie. But instead of me lamenting further on my previous posts, I stopped to even think about doing the series in my real life.

So I replied, "I'd tell him to walk away."

I have come to a realisation, many many times, that I do have an Aidan in my life now: the Mr Nice Guy, gentle, sweet, respectful, and most importantly of all, whom Carrie stupidly cheated on with Big, the biggest jackass who never quite treated her the way she should be. The guy who never told her of his plans. Or rather, never had plans for her until the end of Season 6.

Reality, unlike reel life, should be separated by a clear thick line from the latter.

Thus, reality will remain as reality, and reelity should stay behind the screens. Permanently.


Ps: The last line includes the disgustingly numerous gorgeous shoes, bags, dresses, outfits that they feature in EVERY single episode of the show...