Forgetting Sarah Marshall

Apatow strikes again. No movie reviews intended here, but more of an honest, soul searching mistake of a journal entry gone blog posting. Did you ever love someone? Did you ever write letters to that person, and then never send them? Did you ever pour your anger, frustration, love, hate, jealousy, rage, bile, tears, butterflies, boulders or strawberry shortcake emotions out onto the page for that person to read, then tear the page up, or keep it for yourself, holding it away from that person, thinking that you had won something back, that finally, you had something that she couldn't have? Or maybe you just were to afraid to say what you had written? Or maybe, just maybe, you realized you were afraid she just wouldn't bother to read it?

But maybe you felt better once you wrote that letter.

My admission. I am still living in a state of heartbreak. I would say 4 and a half years later, but that isn't it. It isn't about forgetting someone, at this point. It really better not be. If it was, well, I know who it would be, and she and I are friends, and well, really I wouldn't want a relationship with her now. We've grown, we're different. No. I've forgotten as need be. It would be kind of easy to write a journal entry about those long buried emotions, but no. That's not it. It's not about one specific missed love. It's sadder than that. It's about feeling sorry for yourself. Living in a state of limbo. He spent a year on the couch. I could see the appeal in that, I think. Who doesn't want to eat cereal out of a gigantic bowl sometimes. The moment that really struck home was when the clock read 2:24, and he was still in bed. Okay, I'm not that bad. I like to sleep in. Sure, I can be a lazy fuck. But nah, I'm not that bad. The point is, it isn't about getting over someone.

But damn if I still couldn't relate to the movie. Not the random fucking, necessarily. Though, like the giant bowl of cereal, I can see the appeal. Not the Hawaii bit, either. Or the surfing. I tried, I didn't get back on the board. But damn if it isn't time for me to write my Dracula musical.