I love that feeling right after you see a sad movie. Not a romantic breakup movie. I mean, heart wrenching, waterworks in play, bottom lip quivering, kind of sad. After you watch a movie like that all you can think about is trying to find another sad song on the radio on your drive home to complete the running soundtrack in your mind because strangely enough, you're not quite ready to let that moment go. And then you get home and everything is quiet; you open the refrigerator door to hear the slight hum of the ice machine while you scan the fatty contents, inevitably reaching for nothing because you weren't hungry in the first place... or in the worst case scenarios, reaching for everything. Whatever the case, you end up in your room in this state of sheer thought and transform everything that comes into your mind into sentimental goop on paper. The spilt tea dropping from the bottom of my cup suddenly becomes tears and the cat pawing at the door is not a famished stomach but a lonely cry for attention.
But what makes me loves this feeling is more than being in that moment of pure catharsis. It's the realization that it's the sad ones that actually make you better because, ignoring the lights and camera behind the scenes, you realize that your life is okay compared to the dejected lives of these people in the cinematic universe. It's sucks.... but it's okay. And not in the passive aggressive way when we get mad but deny ever feeling that way. It's that our lives are okay in every way, shape, and form and that most everything that comes also passes. And for the things that don't pass, we have the hope that they've changed us for the better.
"So now, alone or not, you've got a walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too."
- P.S. I Love You
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