Truth, Beauty, Freedom and above all, Love

I just got back from seeing Moulin Rouge with Trish and I am inspired. I have, with no question, one foot firmly planted in the 19th century and a romantic notion of Bohemianism. I bought into it early, when I was 11 years old I saw the real Moulin Rouge. I had already bought the image whole-heartledly enough that I was horribly disappointed that it was no longer a nightclub. On that same trip I escaped from the tour (to my mother's horror) and took off on my own to see what the streets off the tourist path looked like.

So before she tries to embarrass me, I will preemptively embarrass myself: I cried when Satine died.

I also laughed inappropriately and loudly at one line: "Never fall in love with a woman that sells her body. It always ends badly!" Either you already know why or I won't tell you.

Stupid fucking yuppie shit

I just went up and yelled at my neighbour. He played "Do You Believe in Love" again. I rapped on the ceiling and I clearly hear him say "fuck him" so I went and kicked his door and yelled at him. He gave me attitude, but it is quiet now. My legs and arms are shaking, damn adrenaline. I could have killed him. I just barely kept myself from throttling him. I'm not putting up with this any more.

I'm still riled up

Damn but I was angry last night. Some things just piss me off and I lose it. I had a good night's sleep and it is quiet now, but I keep getting these little aftershocks of anger. I can't comprehend the petulant selfishness of most people. Maybe it is because I grew up in apartments and spent my whole life mindful of the noise I make, or maybe it is just that manners and courtesy went out of fashion in the 20th century. Or maybe it is just that most people are trash and too stupid to see past their own noses.

Pheh. I shall have a coffee and relax.