on Broadway. Jesse had free tickets and asked me to go with him and couple of his friends, and well how could I pass up a free show?

Also, I saw the movie when it came out and sort of hated it... but was told by more than one person that it was because I hadn't seen the show. And they were right.

The harmonies in the music are just amazing and although I feel like I'm generally pretty stoic when I experience music in front of most people, I definitely felt chills on my neck and scalp at certain points. The whole show just came together much better than the movie did - it felt rawer and infinitely more in the moment.

Maybe I'm just in a different place now - more aligned with the 'live for the moment' bohemian mindset. I remember my older brother being kind of shocked that I didn't like the premise of the film - he then thought it was maybe because I'd succumbed to the mainstream, corporate-influenced attitude of uppercrust New York. Well, maybe I had. And I don't know how or why but I've strayed away from that and returned to a more romantic and simplistic view of life. Or at least, some sort of balance between the two.

It was hard for me to feel too moved, though, by the pain in the plot - and I realized that it's because I'm pretty happy right now. I couldn't really identify with it... I could only empathize. I don't know. Maybe I'm just kind of muting everything I could be feeling. Maybe I think that in the grand scheme of things, what stresses me out are actually luxuries that I should be thankful that I even have.

I'm going home this weekend. Hopefully I can relax a little bit and do a little writing.