Be the change you wish to see in the world.
I just finished the fourth season of Sex and the City.
I started it yesterday.
How could I finish a whole season's worth of show in two days?
Could it be that men seem to come easily in this fictionalized New York or is it that Carrie still manages to look fabulous while click clacking on her laptop, questioning the City, the friends, and, of course, all those men?
It really seems unhealthy - not only the fact that I watched 18 episodes in 48 hours, but how the characters on the show seem to float in and out of love and other people's beds like it's the only sensible way to live life.
Can anyone really fall in and out of love that fast?
Can anyone really fall in and out of anything that fast?
You never really hear about people falling out of hate and moving on to hate someone else within the week.
Or people falling into depression and then hopping right out of it in a matter of months.
So is love more simple?
Or just more desired?
Why is it not easy for me?
To fall back in love?
With life.
I miss being in love with life.
And I'm sick of faking it -
after what seems like forever, my frustration is translating into horrible, rotten sarcasm
and headaches
and late night calls
trying to figure out why he is sad
instead of focusing why
I am.
In other news, I found my song today -
one I can cry to, look at old pictures to,
or make a remix of and dance around like a ridiculously happy prat.
(Remix still to come)