“But why, why, why can't people just say what they mean?”
― Graeme Simsion, The Rosie Project
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Don(Donald) Tillman, who being an incredible geneticist and a scientist who always believed in science and its correlation to everything around us comes up with a scientific approach to find himself a perfect partner. After all science could never be wrong, but he was a little shaken to find himself in a whirlwind of new emotions and feelings he had never knew existed. Being a very disciplined and stickler for perfection, he follows every rule to the point, has successfully managed to not only break a few rules but make amends to his social behavior and eventually fell in love. Love! A concept that was so alien to him that he never thought existed. After all, science never explained love in equations and excavations. He claims himself weird for the obvious reasons, being bullied in his childhood, being different and always trying to fit in, only made his resolution to not fit in and be himself, which also involved taking up martial arts to protect himself deviate his mind from the social incoherence. With an incredible brain and being a quick learner, he has learned a lot of things which were outside his genetics bubble.
Having said that, love is an emotion, a feeling surreal It just takes a right person to push that perfectly set domino for things to fall in place. Don, being the typical scientist wanted a wife and he came up with a wife project, which he realized was not for finding an ideal partner, but to find someone who would accept his weirdness, who would accept him as a partner. Rosie, 'the worlds' most incompatible woman' was the first ripple in the silent pond, that silent flutter of the butterfly that caused a cyclone, in Don's perfectly imperfect (read: scientific - substitute for being rules lover) life, that changed the course of his life, for eternity.
In most ways I can associate with the protagonist in the story. Because I'm weird and I am socially silent. I've considered myself to be of not worthy for being someone's partner, for the obvious reasons, of course. And having read this, when two persons who never believed to be with each other, fall in love and decide to take it to the next level, though we have to give credit to the course of events that led to this, I should be feeling hopeful about, let's say 'not-be-alone'.
So let's compare notes
- He is 39, I am 25. That does mean I might have a lot of scope, but let's not get carried away. We all know where I stand and need not get into much details of it.
- He is successful, I'm not. Duh, no-brainer. Financial security. At 39 years old and with PhD and whatnot, you ought to be successful. And I'm munching Oreos over unpaid credit bills, trying make myself feel better.
- He is handsome and obviously looks great. Well, duh! Right? If he looked like me, even if had won a nobel prize or whatever, he could never be with Rosie. Looks are important, very important. And if anyone says they aren't, slap them in the face. I mean it. It is not important, if you have to a gun to the head and are forced to say it.
- He is weird, not weirder than I. Well, with a
complexcomplicated inferiority complex, I have mastered to be the weirdest person ever. And people hate weird people. So, there's that.
- He follows rules, and I do too, I guess wait, what the hell are rules.!?
- He may not be the ideal partner but he did manage to fall in love, and break rules for the love he felt for this one woman. I'll never get such a perfect person, ever. Perfect here refers to not 10/10 on the partner chart, but perfect; in terms of understand and caring and all that jazz.
- He makes good argumentative. And I make no sense, at all.
- He is confident being the person he is, I'm not. Definitely not.
Now, you are wondering why I compared notes. To start off with, to prove that there is someone for everyone out there except for one person. But, nonetheless never lose hope, someone said. So, I may come up with a "Girlfriend Project". I see you are laughing. You may please refrain from laughing, I beg you. Ok, you really need to stop rolling on floor laughing. You don't have to literally...stop it.. please... Ok, I give up.