Sweet Disposition

I didn't go to T.G.I.F. to celebrate the end of my long week. Instead, I worked a shift and treated myself to (500) Days of Summer afterwards. I watched it alone, curled up in the movie seat and smiling to myself like crazy. It was as delightful as it was heartbreaking--definitely one of those movies that "worked" for me. It worked because the characters had enough charm to bring it through. Everything was so natural and the emotions were so convincing. It felt as though I (or at least the character I play in my own chickflick) have already been there --from dates at IKEA to parks where the guy draws buildings on my arm, and even to cheesy horror flicks with VAGIANT (half vampire-half giant)...

...and that elevator scene where she tells him that she loves The Smiths and he goes crazy. I'd always wished something like that would happen for me--something that involves headphones, good music and a shy guy who secretly wants me. Somehow, this also brings me back to the Garden State where Natalie Portman and Zach Braff click over The Shins.

Here's bearing a bit of my soul. I like to think that I'm eccentric and that there's something interesting or even midly attractive about my eccentricity. Thus far, in terms of boy-girl oooos and aaaahs, I don't think anything/anyone has come close enough to affirm these assumptions. So this movie gets me excited to believe that there's someone out there who would appreciate my quirks and enjoy them with me. Maybe he already exists within my social network. Maybe I'm just not looking hard enough. Maybe it just hasn't happened for me yet, but when it happens, I'll know.