Coping

You may or may not have noticed my ode to Sex and the City under "the blog". Most likely not. Most likely the only people who would have noticed are the ones who watch the movie alone in bed every single night.

That would be me.

I dislike sleeping alone. I have never enjoyed it. Even when I was in high school, and was too young to have my boyfriend stay the night, I would have him stay with me until I fell asleep (super needy, right?) Or invite multiple friends over and we would all share my bed. I still have sleepovers with friends at 24! The more the merrier!

And when I say the more the merrier I mean in a strictly platonic way. In case you are confused. I am not that desperate, yet.

To cope with break-ups, I have always obsessed over a romantic movie. I think most people turn to violent slasher films, but not me. I still remember the 175 nights or so, that I watched Love Actually. And for some reason it made me feel better. This time it seems to be Sex and the City. Every night I watch the first movie. So if you're freaking out about dying alone post manfriend, don't go out in search for another. Find a great movie to be codependent with!

Thus the first step towards nirvana, right? ;)