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I am a total sucker for a happy ending.
You have no idea.
I do not watch soap operas because, aside from the difficulty that I don’t have a telly, they have neither happy nor endings. I will mentally edit books and films in my head to end the story fifteen pages or minutes from the end, at the one moment where everything was perfectly happy and blissful and no one knew a mack truck was just about to demolish the most delightful of characters. And although I am now the shameful owner of the entire six years of Dawson’s Creek on DVD, I will quite possibly only watch the episodes wherein the characters I like are happy together and thereby pretend there is no adolescent introspective depression in the middle.
Which means I’ll watch like three entire episodes. Pah.
This week has marked somethings that were not so happy. But it has also held some very happy endings for little me. Today marks the end of the Christmas Journal class for this year (and indeed the official end of the Christmas season). My journal this year is one that I would be quite happy to share with people (err, or rather, I have shared with the other participants along the journey…something I haven’t done in the other years). It is a very happy ending to see it sitting there, nice and fat on the table. I can’t put into words how much I have loved Christmas this year. Happy, happy, happy.
It marked the happy ending to my several-month-long desire to see Stranger than Fiction, which had an exceedingly limited release in the UK which shall never be forgiven. This movie made me happier than any I have seen in a very long time. When it comes out on DVD, it shall live next to Garden State and Life Aquatic, or rather, I will buy extra copies of all three of those films because they are the ones we feel compelled to loan out when someone says they have never seen it, then we decide to watch them and realise they are out there in the world serving their purpose of entertaining others. So yes, I think I will need two copies. At least. Whoever wrote this movie knew that people like me exist, in more ways than just combining cupcakes and space camp in the same two hour time period. Happy, happy, happy.
And indeed, I know that I could never write novels because I love the happy ending too much. More than one person tried to teach me that whole ‘love a character, kick him in the teeth’ concept. And I even pass it on to others. {My year 8 class are looking at just that right now with Flowers for Algernon, which seems to be the first thing they have enjoyed all year. More happy.} But I can’t do it. I want to celebrate the happy. And of course, how can you not be happy when you have knitted cupcakes in your studio? These were knitted by Jen for my Christmas pressie and I love them. And Prolix send me that happy yellow handmade journal. As a Christmas surprise. And handmade will always, always make me happy, happy, happy.
xlovesx
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