I watched 127 hours when I was on the plane 2 months ago. Did I already tell you it's a bad idea to eat and watch that movie? It was, I had to turn away at times.

The guys asked me why would I choose to watch such a movie. I don't know, it's intriguing, I can't imagine how it would be to cut off my own arm, so I watch a movie about it. Curious, I guess. He survived, it's a happy story, so why not. It puzzled me that these zombie/horror movie buffs will find that too painful to watch.

Anyway, it wasn't those scenes I remembered from the movie. It was what he said when he was delirious and he suddenly thought to himself that he had chosen the rock. It was all his own doing. He didn't tell anyone where he went, he was a loner who needed no one. Every moment of his life built up to this moment. And he got exactly what he asked for, he was completely alone, stuck with a rock that had been waiting for him all his life.

Something along those lines.

I thought about D telling me that me that I am a loner the other day. I don't remember the context, but I protested. He said it was a compliment. I remembered someone said she used to think that strong meant not needing anyone. Then she learned that it meant not afraid of feeling vulnerable.

I don't have anything to add. These are just things that I heard and remembered.