After 9-11, I couldn't watch movies...and it happened again with the recent trauma--"the move" the reason for the move -- I stopped watching movies except for the Sean Penn film...loved the film "In to the Wild" mostly for the people he met along the way -- they weren't lovers, they just loved him...that deeply moved me, all along this young man's journey, a short life in terms of an American life span, he touched so many people, deeply compelling to have this magical moments, souls touching, soul touching soul...I read the book and it was even more moving than the film. I got my heart jump started last week, not a lover but someone who touched me and I decided to go back to the MOMA, see some of my favorite paintings other than my own and to see a movie finally.
First I saw my dear pal who told me how much he missed seeing me. We had such a nice chat and it meant so much to me!!!!
I saw the terrible comedy that was stress relief for me....Every seat was taken, a man sat behind me on the floor and I laughed hard -- stress relief... can't remind the title Hmm and Mira make a porno. I laughed hard but I was a little bored, still felt some stress and I pigged out on the popcorn -- ugh, makes me feel so sick. There are so many advertisements including the National Guard, made me think of 9-11 and so many men I met that were heading over seas because they were in the National Guard. After the movie I felt sick from too much popcorn.
I also trusted a dear and magical friend with a motorcycle jacket and it has disappeared... I love my friend but I can't understand what happened to the jacket...Just hard to let go move on but wonderful to see friendly faces and to be missed and of course I feel the "missing" too. Seeing this dear person my inner beauty switch went on, was so happy, after the movie, inner beauty switch - off just wanted to be home.
