so much for this month's resolution and not obsessing. monday was supposed to be the first day of not obsessing. it was supposed to be about J and her ?????!!!!! of a weekend, and about me cursing and fuming at her ?????!!!!! of a story and @#()*$#(@ of a man. but noooooooooo, we had to go see a movie.

and it was supposed to be JUST funny, all happy women with their non-committing sex-addict men. but nooooooooo. what happens? i cry for a whole friggin' hour AFTERWARDS (excluding during) on the busy shopping street in rush hour. people in suits and high heels and briefcases walk by and look at me like i'm some lunatic. ONE WHOLE HOUR. it's been 24 hours and i'm still drinking water to make up for lost moisture. i felt i skipped yoga but burned same amount of energy by crying. instead of muscles my eyes are sore. the horror!

but anyway, "trust the man" was still kind of a good movie. like "the breakup." you have to live it to know it and feel it, and it's like a prettier mirror-image of your own life. "click" and "devil wears prada" also did that for me, especially "click" which i suspect was partially responsible for my relationship downfall. were movies always this introspective and reflective or did i just not see it before? or am i just in some sort of weird place where i might possibly identify with, say, pirates of the caribbean?

i think we all look around for examples, gossips, stories in order to find traces in other people's lives that match our own, so that we know we're not alone and it really isn't that bad. it's a scary feeling to be trapped in the thought that our own lives are total miseries that nobody understands, and nobody appreciates. but really, support is out there, so are solutions. sometimes all it takes is a different perspective, a little twist that changes the whole outlook. but it takes time and painful journeys to arrive at these conclusions and i suppose everyone has to go through it themselves to fully grasp the concept. such, as i tell J, are the intricate workings of this experience called "life."