I suppose it is testament to the genius of Proust that so many of the feelings and situations he describes can be seen in a multitude of people and places. Particularly in his portraits of desire, we can certainly see a lot of our selves reflected - not a comfortable experience, in many instances. The importance and inescapability of our own ego cannot be underestimated, according to Proust. It is our own ego that both determines and problematises our experiences of love; it creates an urge to see ourselves desired while introducing the harrowing prospect of rejection - the ultimate insult to our selves. Therefore, even when we might not want someone that much, we can't accept them not wanting us. If only we were all as pure-hearted as Jessica Fletcher and had endless distraction from our insecurites in the form of a thousand relatives living all over the world in remarkable proximity to aptly-timed, bloody murders. There's no time for ego when there's murders to be solved in the exact same way every week, after all.
This Proustian notion of the ego affecting desire is most eloquently demonstrated in the following clip. For background purposes, the man Donna telephones is the man she dumped the day before she was supposed to marry him. The main part to watch is from 01.44 - 04.03.
I think this sums everything up nicely.
The picture of Jessica that best describes my Proust-mood today is:
God, I love Karen from 'Pulling'