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I don’t really like things that are, like, sort of explicitly about what they are.

I think I liked this movie a lot. It’s only 80 minutes long, which is certainly long enough for everything and then some to happen. The main character, Hannah, is a lot like me in her relentless boredom with people, men especially. Before she breaks up with her boyfriend, he’s kissing her and flirting with her with an ice cube in his mouth. He starts licking her, and she is visibly uncomfortable, like making weird noises and recoiling a bit. I do this too. I let guys do things to me even though they make me feel uncomfortable because I feel obligated. He’s trying, so I should let him try. But then it’s like this rage building inside of you. Like when someone is tapping your shoulder and you ignore it until you can’t any longer and you have to punch them in the face to make it stop. Hannah doesn’t punch her boyfriend in the face, but it is the scene in which they break up.

She develops a crush on one of her co-workers and then the other as soon as the first is unsatisfying and boring. He opens up to her, and she feels shitty using him for the attention and affection he shows her. This was certainly familiar to me, as I tend to keep most people at a comfortable distance, only thinking of myself, until I am made aware of their humanity by having a serious conversation about life, death and the in-between or simply watching them cry in front of me, searching for the comfort I myself have sucked from them. But once that human connection has been forged, once our flaws seem mutual and we’re able to recognize ourselves in one another, it is easy to love.