I wonder why chick flicks always make me cry. They suceed every time, and I know they will - that's why I watch them.
On some level I can identify with every single miserable girl, and I combine my own hopes and expectations with their greatest wish.
There something so passionate about that longing - the one you felt when you were in your early teenage years - like nothing else matters in the world. All that matters is here and now, and the longing MUST be dealt with immediately. The chick flicks I watch remind me of those days.
Not that I would ever want to be a teenager again. It was too emotional.
I recently came across some short stories I wrote when I was growing up. Very early on, I knew I wanted to be a writer. I had this small, black travel typewriter and I used to sit at the kitchen table, spread out my notes and write for hours.
It was all about love - unanswered feelings and longing. It was about loneliness and emptiness.
Now, it's embarassing to read. It's even more embarassing when I think of how I used to make copies and hand them out to all my friends. Perhaps the better pieces will one day be featured on this blog.
