VIRGINS

Just back from a theater visit and I am torn inside. The play is called VIRGINS and it is about a teenage boy who gets trashed at a party and cannot remember if he has had sex with one or two girls. He finds out shortly thereafter that he has an STI (brit equivalent of STD). Meanwhile, the husband/father of the family is sexually frustrated by his work horse of a wife. The daughter/sister is the sane, pure responsible child running around, trying to mediate. They all run around, mixed up in their own and eachother's problems. The family tears apart but reunites at the end. The son finds out his 'best friend' lied to him about the second sexual encounter of the fateful evening. The husband and wife, for reasons unknown, reconcile and the daughter is happily in love with a man who 'understands and respects her.'

I am completely vexed by the whole thing. After this play and several other 'reality books', I am quite convinced that love, happiness, loyalty, and virtuous values don't exist. Life is quite impossible and happiness is a fleeting thing that we chase after blindly and impotently.

Something needs to happen, read something, experience something for me to believe that the values I grew up with actually exist in real life.

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