Just another blog

Well I haven't written in about two months which many will shrug and think so, I don't even know this chic. However I have been very prolific writer of short poems and blogs for about 7 years now since my young friend died tragically. It was my outlet something that had been pushed down for many years. Admittedly and thankfully for the Okcupid crowd they don't miss another poet or blogger as there are so many of us trying to connect and put our insides out to the world online lol. Millions of blogs a day in fact not including all the other creative, self-expression that has come across the net. There are many greats out there still waiting to be read lol.
Tonight I had the wonderful opportunity to go to a movie with a good friend. She is the kind of person that you can do anything with and you feel uplifted and challenged at the same time. She has had her struggles as all have but has a lot of grace in dealing what life has placed on her shoulders to bear.
Anyway the movie "The Secret Life of Bees" based on the novel by Sue Monk Kidd was meant to be moving and dang it is certain to evoke tears flowing from eyes less sensitive then old water fountain here. I hate to cry in public. It's okay to comfort others but I don't like my own eyes to form those odd shaped water globules and smear my makeup. When in Oregon I could just use the rainy night as an excuse but not in Colorado.
Anyway, not reading the book, I went into that movie and proceeded to cry through about a third of it. I know who cares. As a chic I am expected to be emotional and usually I avoid these type of movies. The sentimental ones where all types of emotions are brought into play by the main characters. Where you identify with memories of a time and place that would have no bearing on your real life.
In spite of being a sentimental woman I usually like to laugh, and figured that I spent enough of my life crying already. Yet there is something about stories that bring up that part of us. That part of us that relates to not feeling loved and maybe even feels guilty for events in life that we have innocently had a hand in. The very type of emotions that I think a lot of us avoid at times, because frankly it's just hard and usually brings up say in this case our childhood. Even if we can't relate to the setting or some of the events. I have never been beaten because of my race, an issue in this movie, and have always had the privilege to pretty much go wherever I wanted to. Yet when I see this even in the form of fiction on a screen I feel outraged all types of basic human emotions and empathy for the characters come to the forefront whether I want them to or not.
Short blog huh. Movies like this have all the elements to me of greatness, chemistry in the cast, humor,drama,tragedy yet in the end the human spirit prevails. What's not to like.