drifting

The first time I watched Bridesmaids

I cried.

Not the HAHA kind of cry either.

A slap in the face.

A cold realization.

My self-sabotauging behavior

mirrored through the main character.

With my tears came a death,

and the chance at a new life.

With no more self hatred,

I had the chance at a joyful

and fulfilled future.

How it took watching Jon Hamm

suggest road head

or post-coitally kick Kristin Wiig

out of his house…

is beyond me.