Movie moments
Feb. 9th, 2019 11:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
solrosanLast night I walked home crying in the rain. It was a bit after midnight (I sent the "I'm home" message to people around 1 a.m.) and I'd had too much beer on too little pasta, after a 50 hours work week. It was a terrible way to end an otherwise pretty decent evening. I cried for the same reason I always cry these days when I've had some alcohol.
So there I am, drunk, crying, and feeling pretty damn pathetic and ridiculous for still crying over the same thing, and yet I keep thinking that if this was a movie, this would be such a cliché that people would ask me to cut it out. Woman walking home alone in the rain, crying. The writer in me found it strangely liberating that no matter how overused and tired a trope is, they actually do still happen in real life and if I want to I can use them!
And that's what I'm going to focus on when I think about last night.
So there I am, drunk, crying, and feeling pretty damn pathetic and ridiculous for still crying over the same thing, and yet I keep thinking that if this was a movie, this would be such a cliché that people would ask me to cut it out. Woman walking home alone in the rain, crying. The writer in me found it strangely liberating that no matter how overused and tired a trope is, they actually do still happen in real life and if I want to I can use them!
And that's what I'm going to focus on when I think about last night.
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