.

when you can’t sleep…

… and you’re already feeling weird about the new york city-specific communications, relationship and social dilemmas that exist…

maybe don’t watch manhattan.  or do.  because at least it will make you feel like you’re not the only person who has these thoughts. right?

i know diane keaton is supposed to be crazy in this but i love her character so much. it’s like, she is the one you’re supposed to look down upon for her philandering and her strong opinions and her confusion about what she is doing with her life but she’s actually the most with-it, honest, interesting and like-able character in the whole thing!

and muriel hemmingway’s character is just nails-on-a-chalkboard annoying in so many ways. cringe… like when she starts crying over her ice cream sundae. ugh when woody’s character dumps her it’s such a relief.. .until he gets dumped and goes back to her because he is lonely.  this half breaks my heart half makes me hate the human condition. when his character says something along the lines of:

people are constantly creating real unnecessary neurotic problems for themselves, because it keeps them from dealing with more terrible problems about the universe.  maybe this is true but people in new york, all of us, are a super special kind of neurotic.   one that makes dealing with people here a constant chore and it makes being one of those people even more arduous. a kind of neurotic that makes any of us want to live here in a city filled with these people is pretty insane. but this city does have its good qualities too, like ice cream sundaes and rainy days and music and laughter and staying up late on a saturday night listening to the traffic outside your window. and realizing that in a city full of this many people maybe not one of them is capable of loving you in the way you’ll want to be loved - but they will love you and you will love them, and you will realize the value of it later, sometimes when it’s too late.  and you will know that even though it wasn’t the kind of love you wanted or at the time you wanted it, it was something stronger than you could have ever asked for.  and even though sitting alone in a park or finding time to do something alone in this city seems to be the most guilty pleasure, it wouldn’t be special at all if it weren’t for all the people.

on a side note. good night and happy father’s day to all you dads out there.

especially mine!  x