It's been at least a half hour since I swallowed the DXM, and I'm still not feeling it. Ugh. I just want to be out of my brain RIGHT NOW. Must wait more.
Have you ever seen "Door in the Floor"? I vibrate in sympathy with that movie. Sympathy, not empathy. Part of it I know is that I went to boarding school like the boy. And I was poor like the boy, so any job seemed like a gift from the benevolant gods of Society. I get that.
But somehow the movie also captures the loneliness, awkwardness and isolation that I feel NOW. Although I also felt it when I was 15 at Andover. But I identify as much with the Kim Basinger and Jeff Bridges characters as I do with the boy's.
I wish I owned that movie, I'd like to watch it now. It would validate my feelings of emptiness.
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