La douleur exquise

I don’t really date. Coming to Melbourne has reminded me why not.

I suck at it.

I try to convince myself that because I grew up listening to punk and watching Larry Clark films I’m tough and disillusioned when it comes to (for the lack of a better word) relationships. I did grow up listening to punk and watching Larry Clark films. They apparently had no impact on me. What stuck was John Hughes, Hollywood films from the ’50s and sappy indie rock.

I don’t really have to elaborate, you can just watch (500) Days of Summer. I’m exactly like Tom Hansen*. At the beginning, I feel exactly like this. Then it’s all downhill from there.

* Though the film would never have been made if Tom Hansen were a girl.

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