This is my first diary. It is not a political diary. Yes, the title is in regard to the movie from a few years ago, "Lost in Translation". I saw this movie when it was out in theaters. In fact I remember the day that my wife and I saw it- it happened to be the same day the the Chicago Cubs clinched the Central Division back in '03 (as a Cubs fan, I distinctly remember that fateful day and how that Cubs baseball season ended up). I look back at this late hour or the night and remember the bittersweet feeling I felt afer watching that movie.
For the first time since that day I watched the movie again. We purchased it awhile ago, but never got around to watching it again. I finally did watch it again after my wife went to bed. That ended up being for the best. Wow. The emotions that have welled up in me after watching it surprise me to no end. I was near sobbing. I'm sure the beers that I've had contributed. The feelings of lost love, potential love, alienation and hopelessness are so much more intense in me now than they were back in '03 when the movie was out. The final scene where Bill Murray and Scarlet Johansson share an embrace and a secret exchange of words.... Man, it really got to me. I'm not sure why.
I have to guess it's because I have remembrances of lost fleeting relationships that could have gone certain directions but didn't because of uncertainty and hesitation on my part. Maybe it's the knowledge of what might have been, but never happened. And then the wonderings of what could have been.
So for the record, I'm married with two wonderful kids. My wifes long since gone to bed. I'm glad she wasn't around to see me like this. It might have been difficult to explain. There's no real point to this, my first diary. I just had to share these feelings. I hope I didn't waste your time.