I remember really really loving that movie. Maybe I should re-watch it.
Or maybe I should say movieS. It truly is:
part 1: a romantic comedy
part 2: a comedic tragedy
If my parents had done that, my life would have made so much more sense. But being that they didn’t, it never did.
I’ve not been in exactly this situation, but I’ve been in many when I’ve produced something I felt was normal, then began to look around me and have second thoughts.
I was never a big drinker, but when I was, I was a contemplative sad one. I think that sometimes comes out.
I had had way WAY too many jobs where I felt entirely interchangeable with pretty much anyone on the planet. And it’s funny how we tend to cling to even that.
That feeling of dreading days which started out cheery is true of me in the past. Not so much any more.
And yeah, peanuts is one of my favorite comics, but sometime int he 80s it seemed to become a bit too parodying of itself.