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Tuesday, March 14, 2006

The Notebook

Fucking The Notebook. That movie reminded me of my two greatest fears in life, impending dementia and not being with/knowing Tim.

My memory is already pretty terrible. From not remembering key moments in my past to occasionally asking Tim a question thirty seconds after I asked it in the first place, I do kind of expect I will someday have Alzheimers. It's such a scary prospect.

And the idea of not being with Tim. Damn it. Sometimes in my lowest moments, when I'm not feeling like being around anyone, I think about running away, getting a cottage by a stream, and spending the rest of my life alone. It sounds idyllic. I think in reality, I'd be able to last about a week.

Man I hate thinking about this. I think thoughts of eventual death are supposed to spur you on to live your life to the fullest, but it really just paralyzes me. Stupid fucking movie.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

that movie.... it didn't just make me cry, it made me sob. my shirt was soaking wet by the end of the movie. jesus... kt

7:23 AM  
Blogger Sarah said...

It was such a beautiful love story. I cried too. How could you not. I dont worry about that part of my future because whatever happens steve will be there.

10:25 AM  
Blogger Lesley said...

I agree with everyone! I cried all through the damn thing.... and I hated myself for it because it manipulated me. Some other movies make me cry, but they don't manipulate me like that one did. There's a difference between a purely cathartic cry, and one that is ripped from you.

3:54 PM  

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