Believe in Something Ridiculous

If you’re anything like me, and I know I am, you like to have some sort of ambient background noise for when you’re doing something at home.  I usually tend to put on some music, National Public Radio or just flip on the television set.  Earlier this afternoon I was drinking a cup of coffee with the idiot-box droning in the next room when I could have sworn I heard, “On next is Burt Reynolds in The Man Who Loved Cat Dancing.”  I was shocked for a moment as my brain attempted to process such ludicrousness.

Could I possibly have heard that correctly?

Like any other normal person, I ran into the living room to see if my ears had deceived me.  As if by some divine miracle, my ears had indeed registered true.  The bottom of the screen verified for me that I was minutes away from watching a movie that sounded so amazing I could hardly believe it existed anywhere but in my craziest dreams.  Closing my eyes and clenching my fists, I whispered to myself that everything was going to be perfect from now on.  It was if someone had taken away all of the bad things that had ever happened to me and replaced them with infinite hope and untainted joy.  It was clear to me that the next two hours were going to be the greatest of my entire life.  Knowing that I only had a few moments to spare, I put away what I was working on and grabbed a soda before running back to the television.

I began to fantasize about what sort of music they would use for the cat dancing scenes and how it would all be worked into the plot.  Would he play a rough and tuff type who had to keep his love of feline footwork a secret from a judgmental family who were simply incapable of understanding his art?  Perhaps Reynolds puts on a play featuring cats in hope to raise money for his own veterinary clinic but ends up taking the show all the way to Broadway.  Of course there was always the chance that this could be a dark tale about a serial killer and taxidermist who created twisted marionettes from once beloved household pets.  I must have come up with a dozen possible scenarios for the film’s plot before the MGM lion’s roar indicated that it was about to commence and the great mystery would soon be revealed.  Still unsure as to how I could have possibly missed a movie as ridiculous as this had to be, I imagined Reynolds hunched over to dance with “duchess” or “mittens” and almost died from laughter.

Ten minutes later a grim reality began to sink in.  There would be no cat dancing in this film.  I had been suckered in by the most misleading title ever to be conceived.  When the film explained that Burt Reynolds was being released from prison for avenging the murder of his Native American wife, named Cat Dancing, I became so disappointed that I just shut off the television and went outside to quietly look at the sky.  It all seemed like a terrible and dirty trick.  How could the filmmakers have possibly expected a rational human being to anticipate anything other than dancing cats in a that has a title that, essentially, promises exactly that?  Am I supposed to believe that at no point in time during production did someone say, “Does anybody else think that some people might think this movie will be about dancing cats?”

I don’t buy it.

It just goes to show how dangerous it is to make assumptions.  I wanted to believe in something so ridiculous that my mind simply refused to employ logic or entertain any other possibilities as valid.  That’s dangerous.  It is rare that anything is quite so amazing as it seems to be initially but we humans will often ignore the years of accumulated knowledge so that we might, briefly, live out a fantasy.  This is why people cheat on loved ones, go into debt, start wars, play the lottery and why a man believed with all of his heart that he would get to see Burt Reynolds dance with a calico cat named Buttons.

Hold onto your dreams and continue to strive for them but, the next time you find yourself suddenly enamored with something or someone, take a moment to think critically and objectively.  Consider where your have been before in your life and don’t act too rashly because I can almost guarantee you that you will regret it later.  Still, it is sometimes wonderful to think of what might have been and occasionally the juice truly is worth the squeeze.

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15 Responses to Believe in Something Ridiculous

  1. TheRightWing Warrioress says:

    That is cute!

    Never saw the movie though….

  2. I really like your comics. nice job

  3. necrokitten says:

    I love your comics, they’re awesome. :D And oh wow, I don’t know if it’s because it’s 5am or the fact that just imagining Burt Reynolds dancing with cats is funny, but…I laughed. I laughed out loud and my roommates bearded dragon just looked at me.

    • Posky says:

      Typical chauvinistic dragons always disapproving of all ways but their own.

      Also, it’s because Burt dancing with cats is funny but a lack of sleep can still change the world.

  4. echostains says:

    Hhe your ‘Cat dancing’ really made me smile:) You have a great blog here – please keep ir it up! I will be back :)

  5. Okay, I was just going to browse, enjoy and slink away into cyberspace UNTIL you related your expectations of Cat Dancing. This is NO joke–but consider how old that movie is and –as a teenager I had the same expectations as you relate upon hearing the title of the movie. Like you I too was sorely disappointed. Until–until I began to wonder about anyone having such a WONDERFUL NAME as CAT DANCING! Oh yeah! Nothing boring like Jill or Kate or Mary–but to be named CAT DANCING. A woman who embodied such a name would definitely worth avenging.
    Since that time I’ve encounted a great many such names of Native Americans. A well know one is Young Man Afraid of Horses—which actually was something more along the lines of When They See that Man’s Horses They are Afraid—as in just the sight of his horses strikes fear into his enemies. Now THAT IS A NAME!

    Hey, like your comics too. Glad you posted over at club ottiobiograhy so I could follow your tracks back to your blogcasa. Grins.

  6. lesliepaints says:

    I can’t tell you the number of times I have had high expectations because of a movie title or the picture or artwork on the cover of a novel!!! It is definitely a human condition that requires experience and training in knowing how to scope out the best there is. Unfortunately, once we truly get it down, we don’t have a lot of time left to enjoy our newfound talent of knowing what movie to spend time on and what novel to get excited about. Good post, Posky. I’ll be back.

  7. You are hilarious! It is rare that I laugh out loud at people’s writing…sorry about your cat dancing disappointment. I would’ve been right there with ya’ brother! ~Heather

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  9. Expressmom says:

    I think Burt Reynolds is free. Having read many of your posts I am sure you could draft a screenplay that could remedy this problem.

    But as the first title “The Man Who Loved Cat Dancing” is already taken maybe you could change it something along the lines of “The Man Who Loved Gerbils.”

    Oh wait……………forget it……. that’s a bad idea afterall.
    ;-)

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  11. Okay, so I found your pain terribly funny. I am sorry. B-but isn’t it such a clever, albeit cunning move of the guys behind the movie? You know, taking advantage of poor cat-loving folks as potential victims…err, watchers. *giggles* Clever still.

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