Oftentimes, night time proves to be a bit of a battle for me.
I struggle to find the rest I need,
and more often than not,
it takes me hours to fall asleep.
It started about the time that things between the boy and I began to disintegrate,
and it has proven to stick around for a bit longer than I had hoped.
some nights I read.
Other nights I write.
Sometimes I count to some impossibly high number, like two thousand and fifty-four,
and then, still, other times all I can do is pray.
(Which is to say that I should probably pray more,
but I tend to believe that there is a lot of prayer to be found in our reading and in our writing,
and quite possibly even in our counting.)
But I digress.
And, then, on some nights,
(like last night)
I hack into my mom's Netflix account and watch a movie.
Which brings me full circle to what this post is really all about:
I finally watched it.
And it was horrifying, really.
I have a lot of thoughts on the matter as of today-
thoughts that I know most of my friends, past and present, have been sharing passionately for a long time.
But it wasn't until late last night,
circa 2 a.m.
that some of the pieces began to fall into place.
So, watch it, I say.
And then let's discuss.
For more information on the film and the issues behind it,