It has seemed to me that I am different, but I could never think I'm eccentric, because if you think you are eccentric, then you can't possibly be. Quite a conundrum. So, this leads me back to the movies. I know it's film, not reality, but I believe there is truth in fiction. I think I have missed something, not having a world that is inhabited by wonderful women, strong strange women. I have come to the realization I'm not different. I'm willing to place a bet that we, as women, all think ourselves strange, nonconforming creatures placed in a spot we need to make fit. And the wonder is, we do, we make it fit. Art is important, for it makes you think, reflect about yourself and your place. Beautiful films with odd characters leaving me with a sense of wonder and a little unease.
Life as I see it while I am stuck in the house. It's a good thing it's nearly over.