Wall-E Redux

Jesus, I need to stop watching this movie. But Molly hadn't seen it and it's worth another 10 dollars and so I was done in again - what with the robot courting and the triumph of community and connectedness and whatnot. So of course it takes me back to what I have been thinking of not thinking about. All this romantic ritual, the falling in love that looks so familiar, is happening to someone else.

I think the hardest part of the end-for-real is letting go of the version of yourself that you loved when you were loved by that person. Because it's like giving up a real part of you, a part you liked. Letting go of believing you were the kind of person who had found their match - who would only truly love once, who was sacred to one person - sucks. It's stupid and insane and young and largely influenced by all your many friends who are marrying their college boyfriends, but still. It's sad when best friends become people who used to know each other. And this is where Elliott Smith takes over, folks, so I better jump tracks.

I read some blog snark today blaming the generation of self-obsessed faux writers clogging up the internets on a certain female overshare-blogger. But that is bullshit. It's the fault of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, obvs.

Blog clog. Log.