On the idea of being a Saturn Neptune type, I have a story that illustrates the confusion, perfectly. Not just other people’s but my own.
“It’s a movie chock full of Mars symbols,” she said. ‘Wait’ll you get a load of the woman in there… Brenda. She’s just like you.”
Well I didn’t believe her at the time. No one is just like me. But I got the movie and sure enough…
In the movie, Brenda is black woman and she’s pissed off! She’s very cute and inexplicably likable but she is pretty much mad as hell at everybody all the time. And the first thing she does in the movie, is toss her man for no reason… no reason at all.
And she doesn’t mess around either. She picks up these tin cans lying around and she throws them at him and his TRUCK. You know. Get the hell out of here!!! GET OUT!
Well everyone knows I love trucks. And though I have never broken a dish in the house, I have kicked a few cars in my day, always in an effort to get rid of the man driving them, just a little bit faster. So you know I was chagrined, watching this movie and several years passed.
And I’d seen this movie a few times by then because it’s that good. The song in this movie, alone moves me to tears. And I love Brenda. I think she’s amusing to no end and one day Scott and I were talking about movies. I unrecommended, Baghdad Cafe and he eventually watched it.
“That movie was great, Elise. Thank you very much. And she’s right. You’re exactly like that woman. You and Jasmine, there is no difference at all,” he said. “I couldn’t believe it. Watching that movie was like watching you in her body,” he said.
In the movie, Jasmine is a big German woman. And she’s not mean at all. Or mad.
“Jasmine? Really?” I couldn’t function on what he meant. Seriously. It spun my head around. “Er… I’m supposed to be like Brenda…”
“Brenda? Brenda? No! You’re nothing like Brenda. You’re the Jasmine character. She’s exactly like you.”
For a split second I thought he must be jerking my chain but knew he wasn’t. “Really? What do I have in common with Jasmine?” I waited for him to tell me because I had no clue.
“Everything! There is no difference between you and her at all, Elsie. Didn’t you see that? Brenda? You’re not like Brenda!”
“Really? Explain? Can you explain this to me?” I was completely confused. It literally hurt my head. Like putting glasses on the blind… or taking them off.
“Well for starters she gets left on the side of the road!” Scott left me on the side of the road when I was a kid… “And she has nothing. She’s got nothing at all and that’s how you were when you left home. You left home with absolutely nothing.”
I laughed. “Oh yeah. I remember that now,” I said with a snort. “But she’s magic.”
“She’s magic? You’re the one who’s magic.”
“Yes Elsie,” he said as if he was sick of telling me this. “And she’s in the desert, too. I am telling you the movie is a map of your whole life. I mean, right there, in the first five minutes she’s in your exact circumstance.”
“Oh. I didn’t think of this.”
“You’re kidding. How could you miss this?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well the rest of that character is just like you too. Everything she does is exactly what you do. What you did, I mean.”
“Well yeah. You started off on the side of the road just like her. And what did you do?”
“I went to town.”
“Yes! And when you got there…. well, it’s just like in the movie. She touches people. Here’s she’s got nothing and she comes in there and saves them all.”
“I do that?”
“Hell yes, you do that? Are you kidding me? That’s exactly what you do.”
“Okay, well I would have to think about it. I’m not sure I understand this but I’m listening. Tell me.”
“Well, she gets to the cafe