I spent my day between the bathroom and the sofa.  For some reason, I decided to tune into the Lifetime Movie Network, also known as LMN, also known as “Chick Flick Capital.” I put it on initially to have something to fall asleep to. Vicodin extra strength makes me sleepy. I was going to take a drive, because that also makes me want to sleep, but I figured TV didn’t require me to put on pants. At least until my roommates come home.

The thing with LMN is that the movie is either a psychological thriller or a chick flick. From what I’ve seen, there really is no in between. I tend to ignore the love, sappy shit. I just don’t see the purpose in watching two little love birds canoodle over each other for 2 hours. Love birds ruin my walks through the city with their lip wrestling and back scratching. I don’t need them to ruin my television experience too.

It’s not that I hate love. I don’t. I like to think I’ve been in it once or twice. (7  if you count Ricky Martin, Dale Earnhardt Jr., Ralph Fiennes, Michael C. Hall, and the guy from LaBamba). I just don’t like an overwhelming amount of it. Even when I’m in the real relationship, I don’t like cuddly-time all the time.  I need some Katie-Alone time, or some Let’s-Do-Something-Different time. Basically I need a balance of love VS other stuff. It’s why I adore shows like Dawson’s Creek. There’s love, but there’s also serious fights at the creek, frosted tips, and emotional events that get this face.

SEE.

BALANCE.

So, yeah, I decided to watch a movie on LMN today; “Listen to Your Heart”.  I won’t ruin the movie for you, but the premise is that this guy who’s a waiter falls in love with a girl who is hearing impaired and controlled by her over-protective mother. There’s the typical struggle to be together, the “climax” an hour or so in, and then the 2nd hour of the movie where shit gets super serious to the point where I was doubled over crying.

Yep. Katie was crying. Not just crying. More like wailing. More than Titanic. More than Armageddon. More than Old Yeller. More than the Finale of Dawson’s Creek and the episode of Saved by the Bell where Zack and Kelly go to the prom as Romeo and Juliet. More than YOU cried at the Notebook. There may have been a point where I was balled on the floor.

The movie made me feel all the things. It might have been one of those “Cashing in my saved up tears” moments.  It was just one of those movies that I assume hit me at a weird time, especially since I have more medication in me than Michael Jackson.

(No, it’s not too soon. And I have a free pass since I’m going to see the Cirque De Soliel show.)

I’ve always had a connection with movies and songs. This is more than likely because when I was younger, I loved TV and Music and whenever my parents were arguing, I’d disappear in Milli Vanili, Celine Dion and Unsolved Mysteries.

(I know, this girl had awesome taste. They don’t teach that kind of taste in school.)

The big thing that I took out of the movie was that you really need to find out what you love and do it. Have hope that things will work out. Push through the shitty times. Bask in the good times. Believe in yourself. Know your talents. Let others love you. Surrender to the happiness.

I know, everyone is preaching this stuff.  You know that whole thing where people could tell you the same thing over and over and over again; dozens or hundreds of times and you nod your head, and try to adopt the way of thinking, but it doesn’t stick? And then you have this unexpected experience that leads to a monumental ground breaking realization. Even though the message is the same, and the lesson is the same, once you learn it on your own, it sounds completely and totally different than anything you’ve ever heard before. No matter how many times you’ve heard it, it’s a brand new realization that’s all sparkly, shiny, and heavenly. Like the perfect combination of wine and cheese.

Yeah, it was something like that.

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