once upon a time, i was quoted claiming to prefer monkeys to children, never wanted to be married or fantasized about my wedding day, hated the color pink and rarely wore heels, and laughed at the end of gone with the wind.
where did it all go?
not that i, like a good girl, sobbed when rhett gave scarlett that final and oft-repeated kiss off. the end left me entirely unaffected. but through other parts of the movie i was inexplicably in tears. as i have very little sympathy for the south as a matter of course, i can’t understand what wrung that water from me. i mean, sure, i starting weeping halfway through titanic when it first came out, and terms of endearment continues to get to me no matter how many times i see it, and don’t even ask about breaking the waves — but i figured those were abberations. i figured in general i’m a solid, atypical, astereotypical female. does falling in love, like giving birth, alter your hormonal structure? maybe love should come w/ a surgeon general’s warning, or at least a Nutrition Information + ingredients label.
stupid finals start tomorrow. stupid way to spend a last week in a sunny country. even if i am all raspberry-painted and pained.