Relatability.

"Sometimes, even the most obvious of the things we see are the things we want to see instead."-Paul Weston

*Do not read this entry if you don’t want to read spoilers to the movie, London!*

I really have to stop looking at this movie, "London". It’s too fucking relatable to what happened to me a few months ago with that crazy bitch, Mia.

I’ve seen this movie atleast thirty five times in the last year and every time I’ve watched it since last January, I haven’t been able to not go berserk whenever I see the shit that he (Sid) has to go through, throughout the whole movie with Jessica Biel’s character, London.

There’s this one part in the movie where Chris Evans’ character, Sid gets into a conversation with his new-found buddy, Bateman (Jason Statham) and Sid goes on and on about this one particular argument that he’d had with London after a guy called their apartment looking for her.

So anyway, London says she didn’t know who the guy was but a few seconds earlier, London told the guy on the phone that she’d call him back. Now, back to Sid, he’s pissed at this point and he makes a great point: "Why would you call a guy who you don’t know, whose number you don’t have, that your going to call him back?!"

This relates to me in SUCH a big way that it’s hard to believe that the story wasn’t even about me at all.

Okay, a few months ago before I broke it off with whatsername, the same thing kinda happened to me but it’s what actually lead up to the huge blowout between us.

I’m on the computer (Two days before I saw her with the other guy) and some fuck named Marky was constantly asking if she was my girl or not and he fucking just kept sending messages like a machine and so I answered one and then he told me that they were fucking and as a result, I asked her and of course she kept denying it.

A couple of days later, while I was running errands with Joseph for my mom, who do we see coming out of bikeway and narrows (A tunnel that the kids go to if they want to fuck or get drunk or get high-your choice), fixing her clothes, both drunk and high? Of course, the one and only party girl of the fucking century, Mia!

She doesn’t see me and Joe over on the other side of the overpass which is covered with trees and shit but what do we see???

The two of these dirty fucks kissing is what we saw!

After five minutes, she spots me and Joe looking at her once she surpasses the trees and she was utterly surprised to see me, knowing that she was caught in the act.

At that point, I was so fucking pissed off that I couldn’t even speak to her so Joe (Such a buddy!) asked her to come over and talk to me litterally like fifty times and she refused because from what I’m guessing, judging from the way she acted towards me, she "didn’t know me".

Minutes later, Joe comes back over to me and he tells me that she wasn’t going to come talk to me and then he said something that I’ll never forget: (ANGRY) "I’ve never met anybody like that in my fucking life!"

So as the day went on and Joe and I killed time at the movies and running more errands for my mom, the images and flashbacks kept taunting me all through out the rest of the day (and the rest of the month).

When I got home that night, I got onto the computer as I usually do and I was so pissed that I’d forgotten to turn my Yahoo Messenger account off and Mia signed on and kept sending me IM’s like a fucking nut case or some shit and then when I finally answered it wasn’t pretty....

OOOOH! I got on her! (Not physically, this time atleast! :)

I was cursing like a storm. It really wasn’t pleasant.

But anyway, back to London, I swear it’s incredible how all of Sid’s patience with London, Anger with

London and of course all of his pain concerning her relates back to me. It’s really uncanny!

It’s as if, Hunter Richards wrote that movie script off of my esperiences with that crazy slut, Mia. (Except the ending of course. My deal with Mia didn’t go down quite as smoothly.)

But hey, in the end I just have more esperience than before I guess.

A blessing in disguise....?