02 June 2009, Tuesday

Trying to be happy is not easy. I wonder if I should see a therapist, but I don't believe in them. I think they're a bit rubbish. Was watching "The Wedding Date." Love this movie. Debra Messing hires a man, an escort, to go with her to her sister's wedding in London so that she looks like she's not single. She tells everyone that he's a therapist. One of the British blokes say's to him -- "You yankees and your need to tell everyone else your problems." I thought I would like the English because they don't express themselves as we do. And I do. But it does become boring after a while. Conversation is rather lacking. But all this needing to psychoanalyse one another becomes rather redundant after a while. Every one of us comes to the point in our lives where we say -- enough is enough! Get over yourself! Just live.