I love this scene from HBO’s Girls. Because it’s so real. It’s do I really feel this way and what does the world really want to know and does this horrible emotional dilemma really matter anyway?
Almost a decade ago, I sat like that at my desk in my college apartment. Upset, tearful, plugging text into a wordpress entry. Angry at a boy for treating me the way he treated me. When I already dumped him. But then…and it would take days, months, years, before I could think do I feel this way because I choose to feel this way? It took days, months, years before I can say now, that’s really funny even as I tell the world, constantly the world about what I was thinking.
Congratulations, Lena Dunham, for winning the Golden Globe!