Ok, so I've been obsessing a little since I saw 50/50 the other night. Like "I-can't-go-to-sleep-because-I-can't-stop-thinking-about-it" obsessing.
Here's what I'm obsessing about - his girlfriend wasn't there for him.
I (like I have a tendency to do in my own life) keep going back to those painful moments in the movie where he needed care but didn't have her there or when she flat out neglected him and reimagine the situation with what I would have done and make it better. My God, I've practically rewritten the movie in my head!
I don't know if it's my way of rewriting my own illness story in some ways or if I am just so hungry (and willing) for love, but I can't stop. Since writing things down usually helps clear my head, I'm doing that.
Now, maybe I can focus on work and go to sleep - or else I'm going to have to find a cute guy with cancer to take care of.
