I think I have feelings for Anne Hathaway.
I was going to say I am sort of obligated, her being Catwoman. But then I read a New York Times article suggesting that Ms. Hathaway is not very popular and is in fact hated. Yikes!
My feelings remain. Sure, it was just a fanboy crush after The Dark Knight Rises. It deepened, though, after watching her in Les Miserables. I love just about anybody who sings "I dreamed a dream."
That song almost always makes me cry.
I can never get past the line: "I had a dream my life would be so different from this hell I'm living."
Granted, my life is not hell, or not like Fantine's is. I don't have sell my hair, then myself to pay a slovenly couple to care for my daughter. My hell is having to have my brother-in-law pick me up off the bathroom floor the past two days. I wasn't hurt, just slipped getting in the shower chair, but I was nekkid.
It's not hell, but I would never have believed it if you had told me at 5, 10, 15, even 20 that at age 42 I would be living with my sister, unmarried, unable to stand. I don't really recall dreaming about my future, but I wouldn't have thought any of these even remotely possible (although I am glad to say my sister and I now get along).
I don't want to see any dreams shattered, so maybe I will just dream about Catwoman.
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The "white picket fence" dream does not exist. I found that out a long time ago. And even if you dream what you think is the "ideal" it may not have been so great. Believe it or not, you can make new dreams. They may not be exactly what you want, and the crap still exists, but there are possibilities. Just get out there and do it. I know you can.
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