RomComs

07.28.17

I was reading old blogposts and wondering about truths and untruths, and about the words I weaved together to tell myself stories – but about what? Things as they were? Things as I thought they were? Or things as I wanted them to be?

This is the drawback of memory and time, coupled with the ever-shifting headspaces and emotional landscapes that mark the territories of our lives.

Was I really that happy? Was I really that sad?

All I know is that I watched a shitty rom-com today and even though it was terribly written and poorly acted and just generally subpar and mediocre, I still smiled that squirmy, squishy smile, remembering some of the squirmy, squishy things I myself have felt before – and all the squirmy, squishy things I hope to feel again.

I guess that’s the point of movies like that.

It was bad by all accounts, but I smiled anyway.