I watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind again last night. It's been a while since I've seen it. It really is one of my favorite films but I've had good reason for avoiding it. But I haven't been able to sleep, so I crawled into bed a slipped the DVD into my computer and watched.
I don't think there has been a character that I've related to more than Joel. With in the first few points strike to my core. Do I have anything worth saying? How can I don't be alone when I can't make eye contact with a woman? Why do I fall in love with every woman who shows me the slightest amount of attention?
How is it that things slip so far apart?
And, now, I just want to forget. But I don't. My mind slips across memmories, some sharp glass, others sweet and comforting.
I can't even remember how many times I cried last night. Not hard painful ripping of my soul, but gentle quiet tears.
How much time do I have, how many chances?
The movie ends on a beautiful note, an moment of acceptance. I just can't see that moment right now.
On a brighter note, I will later talk about Me, My MacBook Pro and Loading Windows.
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