Unhinged by recent events, I finally watched The Notebook after years of denying myself the inevitable pain.
Oh my God! Who makes movies like that? Why would they want to hurt people that way?
I bawled so hard I had to stop the movie several times to calm myself down. I think the neighbours heard me too.
The next day, my eyes were so puffy my face actually looked thin.
But I felt great! Bought myself a media player, and proceeded to enjoy my photographs of Cambodia blown up 42" fabulous inches! Here's one of my many faves...
Oh my God! Who makes movies like that? Why would they want to hurt people that way?
I bawled so hard I had to stop the movie several times to calm myself down. I think the neighbours heard me too.
The next day, my eyes were so puffy my face actually looked thin.
But I felt great! Bought myself a media player, and proceeded to enjoy my photographs of Cambodia blown up 42" fabulous inches! Here's one of my many faves...
Nothing a good, hard, violent cry doesn't resolve. They should work The Notebook and my pictures of Cambodia into therapy programmes.
