It's been a while...

... since I've done a real post. Because, let's face it, sometimes there's just nothing to talk about. (Except when you're answering surveys, because they ask things you may have forgotten about.)


So yesterday I stayed in my room except for meals, and I watched a couple of movies. This is out-of-character for me, because I usually DO NOT have the mental capacity, attention span, etc. for movies. But yesterday I watched two of them. So I'm going to analyze them because I have nothing to do with my life at the moment except watch movies.

The first movie I watched yesterday was Girl, Interrupted. I had not seen this movie before I put it into my computer, but I'd heard about it (it's a relatively well-known film) and figured I'd buy it and watch it. So I did. The basic plot of the movie is that this girl named Susanna tries to kill herself, but then claims that's not what she was doing, and is subsequently forced to commit herself to a mental hospital. She then makes friends with the other patients, and becomes very close with a sociopath who has been at the mental hospital for 8 years and is always trying to escape. Anyway, eventually Susanna is diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, but she doesn't understand why the doctors won't tell her this. And eventually she gets better.

Girl, Interrupted takes place in the 1960s, and I don't quite know whether or not that has anything to do with the general lack of compassion shown by the staff at the mental hospital, but there is a noticeable lack of positive communication between the doctors/nurses/administrators and the patients. It's interesting to compare this movie, and especially that aspect of the movie, to things like Benny and Joon and Cut, because this is one of the the few movies that portrays the psychologists almost as antagonists, instead of helpful individuals.

I'm gonna get personal here for a minute. I really liked this movie, but I really don't think I could watch it with other people. If you've read some of my earlier posts, you know basics about my past. And I know I've kept anyone who reads this basically in the dark about what's happened recently in my life (except what you can read in surveys), so maybe I can basically bring you up to speed. Essentially, I've gotten to the point where my best friend (whom I will refer to as "Utah" because everyone on this blog needs a code name) is probably a little (or maybe a lot) sick of me always telling her about my psychoticness (and, let's face it, I'm sick of me, so I can't imagine that she wouldn't be sick of me too). And she, being the completely helpful, supportive, wonderful friend she is (no sarcasm intended. I legit mean this) was like "Have you considered going to counseling?" And in my brain, I said "Uh... duh." But then I basically spilled to her about how I'm afraid to go, and basically about why I haven't gone before. I didn't tell Utah that I'm afraid to even make an appointment (I have a thing about not liking to make phone calls) or that I'm too afraid nothing will work. What does all of this have to do with the movie? Well, if I'm in an environment where the people who are supposed to be helping me aren't doing so, that's not gonna help, and I'm afraid it'd be like the movie. More on this later.


Anyway. The next movie I watched was Ever After which is a different take on the classic Cinderella story. The basic storyline is that Danielle, after her father dies, is raised as a servant in her stepmother's household. The stepmother, a Baroness, has ambitions for the "prettiest" of her daughters: to marry the single, handsome Prince Henry and become queen. The problem, of course, is that Danielle and the Prince meet, but Danielle has to pretend to be her deceased mother in order to save a man's life, so the Prince thinks Danielle is a comtess. They fall in love, as usually happens in movies, but then the Baroness finds out what Danielle has done, exposes her true station to the Prince, and overall ruins Danielle's life. The Prince is torn, because he loves Danielle but she's a servant, and he's a prince, and generally that doesn't fly too well in Renaissance society. Nevertheless, there's a happy ending when the Prince realizes he's being a moron.

I love this movie, except for the fact that I really hate the fact that that kind of thing DOES NOT HAPPEN in real life. The not-good-enough young lady does not ever end up with the uber-popular young man. The end.