Meaning.

I think everyone is always looking hard for the meaning in things. And there is nothing wrong with that, I do it a lot actually. But I just got to thinking earlier today that sometimes timing makes all the difference in the world. I've gone on long tangents about timing, but it keeps coming back to me.

Last night I finally got around to watching The Prestige. It was alright, nothing special. Christian Bale did a great job as always. Hugh Jackman was not as convincing, but it was refreshing to see him in that kind of role. The ending got a little crazy and out there, but other than that it was enjoyable. The very ending was nice though. It left me with a slight tingle down my spine. Scarlett Johansson needs a bigger part though. And I'm sorry, but she did not do a good job acting this time around. The scene with the other girl was good though, nicely done. I would recommend this movie if you like Christian Bale or you have nothing better to do.

I tried writing the other night. But it was hard. I realize I am not in a sad place in my life, so it's hard to write about sad things. So I opted to write about something happy. I realize I'm much better at conveying the grim reality of sadness versus the optimistic hope of happiness. So, maybe I'll just look around for some more inspiration, depressing inspiration, and then try to pick up on my old story again.

Sometimes I feel like I want to share it with her, share a lot of things actually. But I sense hesitation from her, like there is a wall.

In other news, I had an Indecent Proposal type of moment thrown at me. Not exactly, but kind of similar.