Did y’all hear that Cynthia Nixon slipped a spoiler of the SATC movie out? I mean that’s kind of HUGE! [MSNBC]
I mean, I don’t really have a theory about it. Nor do I want one, I probably won’t be able to see it the weekend it comes out since we’ll be in CT for boyfriend’s lil’ sister’s graduation from high school. (New England? Two weekends in a row? Yes please!)
But speaking of Sex and the City, Jenn wrote an interesting thought on breakups with regards to sex and the city.
I don’t think the show, for as real as it is, is meant to be taken as real life. It’s meant to be…relateable I think. I mean I can’t tell you how some of Carrie’s words and thoughts carried me (get it hahahaha) through some rough patches in my own love life back in the day. I mean, I had…essentially…kind of two mr.big’s in my life. Two different periods. And well? I didn’t end up with either of them.
It’s funny because the ex used to ask me whether i compared him to Aidan or Big, and I never was sure. But looking back on it, my life isn’t carrie’s. But the feelings she had for Big and the tumultuous relationship? That was us. To a tee. With different conflicts obviously but, the up and down, both of us never sure how badly we wanted the other…it was just…intense.
But, I’ve said this before, after reading Eat Pray Love where she talks about soul mates, I really don’t think you’re supposed to be with your soul mate. I wouldn’t call boyfriend my soul mate, I would call him a perfect fit. He just…works with me. He puts up with me. He supports me. He loves me unconditionally. And vice versa.
I think, that Big and Carrie were soul mates, but add in the thought of Elizabeth Gilbert and the equation should not end up with Carrie and Big in the end. It just shouldn’t. It ain’t right. Sometimes, there’s just too much hurt to make things work – in both friendships and relationships. I mean I don’t know about Carrie Bradshaw, but I hold grudges. I hold a lot of them, and when I’m hurt? It takes me a long time to get over it. i hold it above the other’s head, and I use it as ammo against them. The ex? Did the same thing. We had an arsenal against each other and our fights? Were nothing short of explosive.
I digress, what I’m trying to get at, and it took me a long time to learn this…but *gasp* we are not Carrie Bradshaw. We are not Charlotte, Samantha or Miranda. We are our own individual people – quirky, cynical, hopeful, romantic, thoughtful and fun in our own ways. Yes each of these girls are individual and we may have similar traits but we are not them. Our relationships are not the same as theirs, and probably not even close because, and it took me a while to learn this…*gasp* it’s television!
Anyhow, Ima head on down to the gym…perhaps it’ll kick me out of my blahness. It’s friday but it certainly doesn’t feel it…is this week dragging by for anyone else??
