Sep 15, 2009 23:21
So ages ago, when Patrick Swayze got sick, I promised myself that if he died I would sit and watch Dirty Dancing and cry, but until then I'd just assume he'd get better.
I just finished watching. And I bawled my eyes out.
I'm pretty upset abot this, you guys. It's very easy to make fun of people who get upset over celebrities dying - I mean, obviously I've never met Patrick Swayze, he wasn't a friend of family member. But I don't care. My heart is broken. The fact that Patrick doesn't exist in this world anymore is a very hard thing to take.
Go and watch Dirty Dancing. Look at how sexy and funny and adorable and talented and joyful he was. He was WONDERFUL. For all us 80s kids especially, he was a part of growing up. I still remember learning what lust was from watching the love scene in that movie. And I'll ALWAYS remember dancing around my best friend's house to a vinyl version of the soundtrack.
Now I have to wipe the mascara smudges out from under my eyes and move on with life. I can do that, I guess.
But man, am I gonna miss that guy.
--Beck
fuck life,
patrick swayze