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So ... I am still bummed about Million Dollar Baby.
*shakes head at self*
Hello ... NOT A TRUE STORY! ... and yet I've been feeling melancholy all day about it, thinking god damn, why do things like that have to happen?! And how do people survive them, really? How could you go on?
(a note about the movie: it's the more powerful because it doesn't trowel on the sentiment. the story is told in a very spare, straightforward way, which just somehow makes the impact that much more profound. I have to give credit to Clint as a director for that -- and to the actors -- and I guess that's one of the things that makes it such a good movie.)
You know, sometimes I take comfort in the thought that maybe the universe is an illusion. Like, you never really know whether the whole thing is real or just a figment of our imaginations. Sometimes I wish it was a figment, because it would mean that all the bad things that happen aren't really real. Like, I just read about a 22 year old who was on the beach watching fireworks when a knife fight broke out around him. He was accidentally stabbed in the spine, and now he's a quadriplegic. He didn't even DO anything. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and God help us all, it could happen to any one of us.
It makes me so sad.
(I realize it should also make me happy -- and it does, at some level -- because none of those things have happened to me yet. My life is really wonderful and I have so much to be grateful for, but then, that just feels a bit too ... I can't find the word. Maybe too much like being happy at someone else's expense. Even though it *isn't.*)