Optimism is a strange thing because it is hard to pin down, hard to predict, and most frustratingly -- for me at least -- hard to force. It might be nice to push some kind of button and see things in a new light, to Leave [my] worries on the doorstep [and] Just direct my feet to the sunny side of the street! Goodness and mercy may follow me all the days of my life, but so does depression.
It sure helps to Connect. And a week of connecting, along with finally being on the right side of the respiratory crud, has made a difference. Connecting with friends, with passions -- movies -- brings an upswing.
Movies: Before Night Falls, No Country for Old Men, Juno, even the Screen Actors Guild awards all fill up my movie cup and make me happy. Seeing Javier Bardem's psychotic killer blow away countless people -- we tried to do a body count for No Country, but gave up and instead counted those he encountered but didn't kill -- after the night before watching him as gay and poetic Reinaldo Arenas was a reaffirmation of the magic of movies.
Movies. Not cinema. Not even films. Movies.
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