Flowers and Broken Flowers

Buying flowers for yourself is not nearly as fulfilling as getting flowers from someone who cares about you. Unfortunately, when you are having a really crappy week and you’re fairly certain no one else is going to get them for you, what other option is there? Okay, so I was having a really crappy week and I did pick a perfectly pretty pink plumage of Publix "premium" plants. I needed some cheering up and figured it would help. It didn’t, really. It just made me think that I wish someone would buy me flowers so I wouldn’t have to. But its not even really about the flowers. Its about having someone to cheer me up, to listen to me whine and not think I’m being stupid bc I’m unhappy, or just to have someone around that is willing to go out of their way to make me feel special. The bouquet did however draw a suspicious line of questioning "who are those from?" MYSELF! Cuz I’m the only one who thinks I’m special….Ok, I’m annoying even myself with this trail of words. I don’t blog to whine, that’s not the point of this, so I’ll stop.

On a largely unrelated note, I saw Broken Flowers this weekend. Overall, a strange movie with an ending that leaves you less than satisfied. But it had some funny parts, a few sad parts, a couple of dirty parts. It was real life tho, you meet all kinds of weird people in your life, you take a journey, you take chances, you regret, you learn. I would recommend seeing it because the story gets you interested and keeps you guessing. So does the ending.