–Goodness me sir, are you ok?
–Yes! Actually, I have a tear in my eye because I just saw La La Land and I loved it. Movies have this effect on me. I can get really wrapped up in stories, and music especially punches me right in the feelings. Name a movie that's even vaguely sad, or nostalgic, and I've cried in it. Gladiator? Fuck yeah. Fucking: 101 Dalmatians. Oh and the Pixar one with the Joy and the Sadness. When you're in that girl's head with Bill Hader. Y'know. Inside Out! That's the one. That one got me big time.
But now I'm thinking, why movies? They're not real. I didn't cry when my parents told me they were divorcing, when I split up with my first girlfriend, when my dog died. It was a different kind of sadness, different each time. Am I more connected to movies, and music, and emotional manipulation because they're in contexts that aren't my own? And does this mean I am living, truly living my life, or does it mean I am begging for the escape of something else in order to really feel something. And more to the point why am I a writer when a single note can touch me on an emotional level than any word or book or essay I've ever written?
–If you bring your own cup you get 50 cents off your next drink!
