You know that scene in Alien (Alien II, I think), right at the end, where everyone is safe in the escape pod, and they're all asleep and stuff, and it's all happy... and then you see that the alien is really on the ship with them, and that they haven't escaped at all, and then the movie is over, leaving you to wonder as to their fate? Have you ever felt like that? I mean, tried to escape from something / someone, only to have it / them appear where ever you went to escape?
Yeah. So there's an alien in my escape pod, and I'm not sure what to do about it. The non-confrontational part of me wants to close my eyes and hope it goes away... the logical part of me wants to find a new escape pod... the selfish part of me says I was here first, and wants to make the "alien" find a new escape pod... and the irrational, two-year-old part of me wants to yell at everything in sight and cry until it all gets better.
But none of that is going to make it better. And that sucks, a lot.
I guess I'm not a very nice person... nice people get along with everyone else... nice people don't have violent urges to turn around and clobber someone... *sigh*
posted by Deedee 10:44 AM
This is my brain..... in part, at least.
