Director’s cut?! How did I not know!!
I am watching the director’s cut of ‘Eat Pray Love’. Wow! Such amazing scenes were cut from the movie. When I saw the movie the first time I really liked it but I felt like some things were missing. I wanted more of the break down of her relationship with David. I think we understood why she didn’t work with stephen. He was all over the map. He didn’t know what he wanted.
The reason I loved the book and movie (well there are many like living vicariously through liz) but because I had so much in common with her relationship past. The way she became the other person. Lost herself. Then when it ended, of course it did because it was based on commonalities of taste and not on realities of life, she was left with nothing. Well, not nothing. Memories and experience. But after so many break ups, which cost money you tend to not care about the ‘unbankable’ life pearls.
I, like so many women would love to leave. Runaway from life and ‘find’ myself somewhere. I suppose that is kind of what I did. I left the life that I had made for myself in the city and am trying to make a new one here. I think that I am only now starting to lay some ground work.
I know that I have probably wrote all of these words before. I was inspired by a scene in the movie that I had never seen before. Liz and David fighting. It is really odd because my ex was named David and I think we had that same fight. He fell in love so soon, wanted to move in. Be an ‘Us’. So we were. Moved in together. Bought furniture, pots, and this computer. Everything to make a home. Then one day he decided that he didn’t want it anymore. That everything I said and did was annoying to him. He didn’t understand me. I said it was because he was young. He didn’t understand himself. Which was true. But I moved too quick. When I met him I was breaking up with someone. A really easy way to get over someone is to find someone new. Distract yourself. That is what I had done. After we broke up I distracted myself with the venture of getting someone new. The chase started all over again. This time was different because the person in question was impossible to trap. I lived alone and loved it. I bought the stuff to make a home. I lived my life. Not ‘our’ life.
