Absolutely...
Got high last night, which was nice. I think I had to be mellow and relaxed for a while. Time for me to be a bit selfish. And you know what? I don't feel bad for it at all.
Watched Dead Poet Society too. I'd seen it before, but I had a jonesing to see it again. I mean, a younger Robert Sean Leonard...He had quite a lot of potential as a young actor, I wonder how come he didn't wind up making more movies. Anyhow, unimportant. I loved the bit where Mr. Keating (love Robin Williams) gets that kid to "Yawp!" in front of the class and then make up a poem on the spot...The sweaty-toothed madman. It was brilliant. I may have cried. And possible when Neil died too.
There was this quote in the movie (amongst many others) that goes, "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute; we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race". I like to believe it's true. I'm not much of a poet, but certainly from a prose stand-point I understand this. I mean, granted, life is not always pleasant or fun, but there is always something to be inspired by, to be awed by. How could you not want to write it down?? Or read about it??
Hmm. Anyway. Saw Legs yesterday for coffee. Yeah, awkward...On my part, I suppose. She talked about all manner of things I think in an attempt to drown out my silence, but I just couldn't come up with much to talk about. Realistically, of course there's going to be that awkwardness; things have changed, I can't act the same way because the situation's not the same. I don't blame her for it - in fact I'm happy she was strong enough to take the time out to help herself - but that doesn't mean I can go from partner to friend in no time flat. I need time. I don't hate her, I'm not mad at her and I have no reason to be. I still want to be her friend, but it'll take some time, you know? Surely that's not unreasonable.
Whilst watching Dead Poet Society I couldn't help but think about how odd Robert Sean Leonard looks without dear Mr. Laurie. Certainly a brilliant actor in his own right, but I feel there is no Wilson without House. But I'm a fic nerd, so what the hell do I know?
Watched Dead Poet Society too. I'd seen it before, but I had a jonesing to see it again. I mean, a younger Robert Sean Leonard...He had quite a lot of potential as a young actor, I wonder how come he didn't wind up making more movies. Anyhow, unimportant. I loved the bit where Mr. Keating (love Robin Williams) gets that kid to "Yawp!" in front of the class and then make up a poem on the spot...The sweaty-toothed madman. It was brilliant. I may have cried. And possible when Neil died too.
There was this quote in the movie (amongst many others) that goes, "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute; we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race". I like to believe it's true. I'm not much of a poet, but certainly from a prose stand-point I understand this. I mean, granted, life is not always pleasant or fun, but there is always something to be inspired by, to be awed by. How could you not want to write it down?? Or read about it??
Hmm. Anyway. Saw Legs yesterday for coffee. Yeah, awkward...On my part, I suppose. She talked about all manner of things I think in an attempt to drown out my silence, but I just couldn't come up with much to talk about. Realistically, of course there's going to be that awkwardness; things have changed, I can't act the same way because the situation's not the same. I don't blame her for it - in fact I'm happy she was strong enough to take the time out to help herself - but that doesn't mean I can go from partner to friend in no time flat. I need time. I don't hate her, I'm not mad at her and I have no reason to be. I still want to be her friend, but it'll take some time, you know? Surely that's not unreasonable.
Whilst watching Dead Poet Society I couldn't help but think about how odd Robert Sean Leonard looks without dear Mr. Laurie. Certainly a brilliant actor in his own right, but I feel there is no Wilson without House. But I'm a fic nerd, so what the hell do I know?