September 7, 2010
Guilty Pleasures -1- Eat, pray, love
About a month ago, we hung out. Old friends, kicking it around. Or so I thought.
We went to the movies; it was my idea, dinner and movies on me. How else can one properly celebrate a birthday with only two people around?
I could have done more, yes. But I was burnt out. This past summer really did me in. I loved every minute of it, sure. I'm murderously obsessed with school, umhum. And yet, I still feel mentally and physically behind myself. I'm already looking forward to next summer, since I've made plans to spend my winter break finishing up my play, writing up the theory, and developing the blueprint for my final project. Excited, really. Very very tired, truly.
The movie ended, discussions ensued. It must be weird to live in a world where "praying" and "loving" become cliches to its inhabitants. My friend said the scenes from India and Bali provoked no internal response.
It's equally bizarre to share an intimate setting with someone for long days, only to become aware of the fact that you're coursing through different time/space equations; to realize that what was will never be again, and to bear witness to the simple truth that even the closest friends can become unapologetically estranged.Labels: cinema, yada yada
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