It's a cold and broken Hallelujah? Life has funny of bringing to a head the things you've tided away in boxes to be forgiven and forgotten.... especially over Xmas it would seem. I've had an ill meaning estranged family member commenting on my Lovephool blog on marriage and how people (meaning me) marry the 'love of their lives' only to go and divorce them several unhappy years later'. But also curious, well meaning acquaintances confused on how a relationship can both last 10 years and end with the two people...
As well as being the choice for my Christmas Party dinner, it would be the title of my life story... Well, it pretty much sums up the highs and lows of my "I'll take on anything" personality combined with often feeling so helpless in the face of the enormous tasks I always seem to set myself. Today was one of my 'low' introverted days. Usually that's fine, being negative brings out a detached emotionless side to my character; it's great for knuckling down and getting things done. Not so great for being in company...
I just watched a chick flick with my flat-mate. In the manual (if there was one) of lazy Saturday nights in I should be up for the occasional romance fest. But this movie makes me want to draw blood and not in a good way. The offending film is a non descript piece of drivel called "When In Rome" starring nobody and nobody as leads, but also had Danny DeVito and Anjelica Houston, so I thought I'd take a chance. Sometimes it's nice being impulsive and choosing something you know nothing about. To be honest I'm a sucker...