Jennies & Forrests

Prologue
The following is part of what a friend of mine wrote yesterday.. For once, I didnt feel the urge to fix or edit grammar and/or spelling. Thank you MROTHM for that. Readers, enjoy.

Jenny
Forrest Gump: Will you marry me?
[Jenny turns and looks at him]
Forrest Gump: I'd make a good husband, Jenny.
Jenny Curran: You would, Forrest.
Forrest Gump: ...But you won't marry me.
Jenny Curran: [sadly] ... You don't wanna marry me.
Forrest Gump: Why don't you love me, Jenny?
[Jenny says nothing]
Forrest Gump: I'm not a smart man... but I know what love is.

Very touching, isn't it?
Every one of us has his own Jenny, be it man or a woman it doesn't matter, it’s applicable to all.

Our Jennies represent our cordial love needs; they’re all we ever wanted and we will keep comparing each and every single one we meet along the way until we’re sick and tired and ready to settle for a compromise (or maybe not ready, just too tired to look any harder) .
That is – of course – if you’re not lucky enough to be with your Jenny in the first place, a case – I must say – that rarely happens.

(I’ll use “her” when I refer to Jenny from now on as you must understand by now she can be a he.)

So what exactly is the definition of someone’s Jenny?
Well, Jenny is simply the one that is sitting in the back of your head. Invisible to all but you; yet you might not recognize her when you see her, or you might. She represents all your desires, all that you ever wanted, might resemble a long lost childhood lover that you might’ve lost or never had in the first place. You know her very well, she lives in the same world you go to when you’re spat out of the world you live in. She’s imaginary but she’s beautiful. She’s imaginary but you love her. She’s imaginary and you wish you could dream her into your real world, the same world that spat you out.
Well, too bad you can’t do that.

Jennies are like mermaids; everyone knows how they look like although no one has really seen one but the legend is too strong to ignore. Too strong that one might look for decades until he finds himself one or die trying. And you know what; I think those who find themselves a mermaid must be the source of the legend.

So you see shiny happy people sometimes and you think “did they find their Jennies? They must’ve” and then you construct a whole world on that stupid conclusion.

You live, walk, eat, drive, work, sleep believing that you might find her someday, well, good for you. It’s very nice to believe in something and hang on to it. But let me ask you a little question what happens if you someday ran into your long sought-for Jenny and she’s with someone else? Or worse, you’re not her Jenny?

You think I’m being a heartless bastard? Well, I’m sorry but it happens all the time.

So what happens? You either convince yourself she’s not you’re Jenny or you can start the why whirlpool… Why am I rejected? Why am I able to give and she’s not? And you find yourself listening to things you shouldn’t be listening to; things that are bad for your already bruised mental health; things like Radiohead’s Creep and Kean’s Hamburg Song. And you start getting melancholic ideas of the “if only” type. If only I looked different, felt different, thought different, had a different sense of humor, maybe a little more sophisticated, a little more gifted…well guess what, whish granted, you’re a totally different person now and she’s not you’re Jenny anymore, silly. She’s belongs to the skin you’ve left behind.

It’s a big problem, isn’t it? So what’s the point? The point is we all have our Jennies, we all cherish them, love them and would bleed ourselves dry for them.

Who are those Jennies? The truth is – like a friend of mine has encrypted it on my desk - : “they are nothing but a distorted reflection of a normal person on a blind old mirror”

So indulge in the idea sometime but eventually you have to – please – stop crying your heart out.


Epilogue
Thank you again dear writer for being such a dear friend.. I hope your muse turns from statue to human. And I only wish I were my Jenny's Jenny..