My Halpert.

In Drama and Film class, we have had plays and movies assigned all of them including the themes of love, marriage, and security. Normally I don't exactly enjoy the chick flicks and such (except guilty pleasure nights and there are only a few exceptions), but this old bald guy's discussions are kind of getting to me. And I like the overwhelming feeling because I can't control it and it feels good.

We watched Splendor in the Grass tonight. I don't know why, I wanted to cry. It gave no hope for a ruined relationship. I wanted the happy ending. It's what is going to happen to my life, just settling for the second best because my first choice married the fucking buck-toothed pizza waitress. Or the whore dancing flapper. I couldn't tell which one it was but it doesn't matter. I will become the second choice to that. I feel like I already have been.

I also just finished the third season of The Office the other day. I've already seen it all, but again, it gives me feeling. All summer I've been ignoring all feeling and it's just wonderful to be okay. Or at least feel like I'm about to start being okay.

Maybe sometime soon I'll begin to start making sense to even myself.