In new city, homesick, lost and absolutely closed off and shy, I started spending way too much time in the library. I would read, doze off or just browse internet, to say I was lonely is an understatement, I was hopelessly forlorn. Similar to Mary and Max, I made a very aged yet intellectual friend. It’s just that he is not keeping well these days, therefore, our conversations have been cut short. Also, this has got me worried sick. Hence, the reason behind the intense waterworks and emotions that this movie triggered.
I could relate to this movie. So, I wanted to share some of the aspects that touched me.
The story is about friendship between two lonely people. Mary Dinkle who is an 8 year old girl who starts writing letters to a 44 year old man Max Horowitz. It’s an unlikely duo yet they have so many similarities. My heart broke watching them narrate their sad life stories to each other.
“We would live in a castle in Scotland, have nine babies, two ducks and a dog called Kevin.”
Weirdly enough, that is precisely my daydream too!
“People laugh at me when I wear my helmet, but I’m not sure why. People often confuse me, but I try not to let them worry me.
“New York is a very busy and noisy place. I would prefer to live somewhere much quieter. Like the moon. I don’t like crowds, bright lights, sudden noises or strong smells.”
“My tears are smudgling my words. Have you ever been teased? Can you help me?”
I know how that feels.
“People often think I am tactless and rude. I cannot understand how being honest can be improper. Maybe, this is why I don’t have any friends.”
“I wish he was my boyfriend and we could be in love and do sexing.”
Every time, I get a new crush.
“She wondered and waited. Maybe it was her, was she too demanding, too boring, too ugly? Filled with anger, confusion, self-loathing, Mary tried to erase the memory of her friend forever.”
I just feel sad, extremely sad. No hard feelings, just terrible for not being worthy.
“On the way home, he sat to count stars. He felt complete.”
I have stopped looking at stars since I left home and this reminds me of the feeling I have been missing out on.
“The reason I forgive you is because you are not perfect. You’re imperfect and so am I. All humans are imperfect.”
Your imperfections makes you human and I could never love you less because of them.
“When I was young, I wanted to be anybody but myself. Dr. Bernard Hazelhof said if I was on a desert island, I would have to get used to my own company. He said I would have to accept myself, my warts and all. We don’t get to choose our warts, they are part of us and we have to live with them. We can, however, choose our friends and I am glad that I have chosen you”