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I sit for a good movie and rum. Syriana. No lovers. No friends. My cell phone off, every curtain drawn. This is my choice and it is the best one I have now. I do not feel guilt or shame. I am wrapped up in myself. Sickly star, hatching ideas, every one thus far dying in larval stage.
I have finished Syriana. I cried horribly at the end… and worse after. I didn’t even know why I was crying. I thought while I was I crying that I didn’t know why I was crying. Deep sobs. Triggered by the boy running the fishing boat into the side of the ship. Why that? Why was that the trigger?
But even as I cried I knew that it made no practical difference. Nothing in my life has changed. This is growing up. Nothing can change you anymore.
The movie was superb and intense, as I expected.
I think now, with my rum buzz, I’ll venture forth ‒ to find what I may.
I am very sad.
8/12/2006 2:17 pm
I haven't seen the movie...but I have watched others that made me cry...and that made me wonder why I was crying too.
I'll have to check out the movie and see it for myself.
I'm sorry that you are sad!