So, I realized the other day that I totally live my life as though life imitates art. Is that bad? I think it might be. Shouldn't art imitate life? Shouldn't life be more meaningful to me than a dumb movie or book written by some psuedo intellectual?
Example, all these movies that you see about 'love'. We all know that love is not like a movie, but I find myself really giving into Hollywood love ideals. If you don't quit your dream job to be with me more often does that mean you don't love me? I broke up with Pinot Nior because I was second to his dream. Second doesn't seem so bad anymore. Maybe I was second in work but first in love. I dunno. Anywho, I just feel brainwashed. I'm sick of feeling like my life should play out like a novel, and I'm stuck in the later chapters right before the end where the protagonist is completely dispairing.
Anywho, I heart Huckabees is a cool ass movie.
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