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JUNE 26, 2004
I'm ready for my close-up.
It's not everyday that I go to a movie and see myself on the screen.
Or maybe I just saw what I wanted to see: the cinematic depiction of all my impossible hopes and dreams. Truly, my own life bears very little resemblance to the story. The startling parallels are those stemming from scenes that haven't happened, and probably never will, but have been rehearsed ad infinitum in the theater of my mind. Why do I prize romance over reality? Why do I want my life to be a movie?
Because the first 24 years have set the stage for a magnificent story, and when I reach the end, I want the whole of the plot to have lived up to its beginnings.
Posted by Meredith at
11:56 PM
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