Hello, my name is samantha, and I am addicted to chick flicks.
I imagine you all were expecting a declaration of this kind tonight (and if you weren't, you really should have been), but the thing of the thing is that I'm not ashamed. And that sounds silly, but this has been on my mind lately and so has attained a much more important status than it really deserves. But you see, I spent the whole time I was with Pete apologizing for my love of films that are unabashedly unintellectual and, well, I'm just fucking over that. I've been making an effort, after all, to stop apologizing for the things that make me happy and I would be remiss in my duty to myself if I left this one out.
I believe in true love and high adventure. (Bonus points if you catch that reference...Matty, I'm looking at you.) I believe in magic and in the idea that at any moment life can turn into a rock video. In happily ever after, too, and in perfectly formed cheesecakes. I believe that a butterfly flapping its wings in California does indeed affect the weather in China.
I believe that I was meant to exist, that I matter, and this is really all tied up in that.
And if cheesy, silly movies are the only places I can go anymore to find other people that are searching for that same magic, then so be it.
I also believe that there isn't a straight man alive who will willingly go to and even enjoy such things with me, which sort of screws up my theory. But women and gay men are just as good, and they like to hug afterwards too. Or at least, the ones -I- go with do.
And that's enough melodrama for me tonight. I would like to say, though, that my recent shorter haircut was in no way influenced by Julia Stiles', but I do find hers inspiring and have some ideas for where I want mine to go.
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