nothing quite like breaking up with a boyfriend or starving alone in a cave, but here goes..
I took what I thought would be a lovely day-trip, but turned into one of the more frustrating afternoons of my life. I had run around, lost, for about three hours in ungodly heat, trying to get from point A to point B by a certain time (which ended up being a nice tour to points C, D, F, Q and all in between). I had bought a sandwich and soda which I would take with me on the four hour busride home, paid for both, and the vendor had neglected to give me the soda. I finally get to the bus, board, and almost have a heart attack thinking I had lost the prepaid ticket, which had fallen to the floor.

Once that mess was all over with, I sat, eating my sandwich, being thirsty, and the movie "I Am Sam" comes on. I knew the premise of the movie already; it's one of those emotion-exploiting heart wrenchers about a semi-retarded man trying to gain custody of his daughter, if you've never heard of it. Whatever. I was half-paying attention to it for a while, rolling my eyes and sighing to my neighbor about my total disinterest in what was going on. Suddenly, the tough bitchy lawyer for the retarded man breaks down and carries on in a helpless way to the guy about all her problems and faults. At this point I got sucked in, my eyes started to water a bit, but I took a deep breath and gained my composure. Then I cried for twenty minutes like a little abandoned baby.

The last time I cried because of a movie was when I was about ten, watching "It's a Wonderful Life", so it has been quite a while.
Apologies for length, girth, lack of worth...
(toasty, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 2:05, Reply)