A Mass Of Dots

I was supposed to sleep. But once again, making a conscious decision alarms the universe to do a 180 on me, so it decides to keep me awake. Knowing better than to fight it, I looked for something to do instead. I was sorting through the junk I sleep with on my bed, and I saw beneath the books and CD's (which I have yet to return to their rightful ownners) this DVD I got a few weeks before, which I haven't had the chance of seeing yet.

Latter Days. It's about a typical LA gay boy, Christian, and a Mormon missionary, Aaron, and their young-hearts-run-free romance.

There's no denying there were a lot of scenes which I had to bite my pillow just to keep myself from crying. (Heh. Funny that.) I guess I just have to capitalize and punctuate the experience by saying, "it moved me," and I could watch it again on a Saturday night with chocolate ice cream or blueberry cheesecake, but definitely not by myself.




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AFTERTHOUGHT: I liked how Aaron thought about life. He compared it to the old Sunday comics, when they were still colored using lots of dots put together. He said sometimes, he would look at the pictures closely, and all he could see were dots. And life could be like that, looking like a mass of dots and nothing makes sense. But when we pull back, we realize that everything is connected. And it's beautiful. And it's funny. And it's good.