It’s 6 in the evening.
I come home after work, change and sit in the living room to have snacks. For company I tune in some random channel on the T.V.
Guess which movie is being telecasted?
My over-protective inner self:“Nikita change it. It ain’t good for ya..”
So I try to change the channel but nothing else seems to be coming and the movie had just started so that was the happy part going on, for the moment.
My inviting-vulnerabilities inner self:“What will I lose? Let me just watch it till I finish the snacks. Things are different now, maybe it wouldn’t affect me so much!”
I had first seen this movie before 4 years and with the over sensitive being that I am, I was disturbed for days, especially after knowing that a part of that stuff was real.
(Notebook is a romantic novel…
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