I just got home from a movie with my friends, it's 11:30, I am awake. Harrison seemed to have quite a night while I was away. Jon drew the short stick by choosing a different movie (it might have featured 3D piranahs) that ended earlier than mine (which featured an unhappy middle aged woman trying to find herself whilst eating, praying and loving). So while I sat watching this lady bicycle around Bali, Jon had the unthankful task of shushing Baby H to sleep. Poor babies.
Now the house is quiet. I just wolfed down a slice of toast with peanut butter and am strangely reflective on this movie I saw.
#1 I have very rarely liked Julia Roberts...I'm thinking the only movie I enjoyed her in was Steel Magnolias
#2 Julia had a pretty easy time making life changing friends everywhere she traveled. I relate to this to a point. Living abroad with other internationals taught me that people certainly come together and bond in these situations. My friends whom I met in Finland will stick with me always.
#3 I find it a little difficult to feel too sorry for Julia in this situation. She suddenly wakes up from a fog of unhappiness to find that she doesn't feel connected to her life. My question to her would be why are these relationships less meaningful or important that the ones she formed over the year of discovery? Will she grow discontented with those too? Are they more real because they are from far off places, where people live authentically? I guess I get a little frustrated with the notion that in order to get in touch with an authentic, true life you must go to these lengths to discover yourself. And overall I couldn't stop thinking that in the grand scheme of things her level of unhappiness must rank fairly shallow in relation to true sorrows.
#4 The food part did indeed make me hungry
#5 I should go see more movies with girlfriends. Even though I sensed civil unrest on the homefront I did appreciate the break.
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