Read an interesting article in the New Yorker about the New
Wave, in particular the complicated relationship between Truffaut and Godard, and while Godard does indeed come across as a bit of a prick, I was forced to confront my own cowardice when reading about how he would cut people off just like that, but always seemingly due to principle, usually political differences. It seems that the friendship with Truffaut was perhaps, at least initially, one in which Godard was the beloved, and Truffaut the lover. The beloved usually has the power. Of course, this reminded me of my utter lack of courage when it comes to friendships. I have for years had friends that I don't like, have little in common with, or am bored by. It is one of the few constants of my adult life. I sometimes think of politely telling someone that it's not working out, but can't. Reminds me of the episode of 'Seinfeld' that posed the question 'Can one break up with a friend?' The general consensus seems to be 'no', that one should drop hints, phase things out, but to me that seems like a copout. Same with love. I've never had a relationship, and wonder if I'm even capable of love, anymore. And if not, is this even necessarily a bad thing, as long as one doesn't harm anyone. Is love necessary, should happiness be everyone's goal?