I have a wonderful boyfriend who tends to get very excited about things, especially when those things are movies that involve trench-coats, the federal government, a hot girl, and Matt Damon (Insert Sarah Silverman “I’m F**king Matt Damon” joke here).
So, it was no surprise when he harnessed me down the other night and made me watch the trailer for the new George Nolfi film, “The Adjustment Bureau”
Watch the trailer, because really, you will fall in love, and then go crazy over how unfair it is that there isn’t an “in theaters” date in the trailer, and feel totally jilted by the ambiguous “Coming Soon” that serves as the capstone for the preview.
Regardless of how pissed off I was when I was left without a tangible date so I could begin my countdown to when this comes out, the movie looks really awesome. It’s obvious that it’s going to be a total mindf*ck, and it’s already got me thinking about how each move we make, no matter how trivial or unintentional will lead us to some ultimate result. I mean I’m really hoping that there aren’t men on a roof somewhere watching every move I make ( I would feel way less comfortable about showering) and manipulating my life story, but things have definitely happened in the last year that make me believe that each path does lead to some major road.
Today is June 15th, and for the past 3 years June 15th has turned out to be a day that would change my life. 3 years ago, confirming my attendance at Rutgers, 2 years ago, the first day of my legal internship, which by the end of the 1st hour made me realize practicing law was absolutely not for me. 1 year ago, having a wonderful dinner with a wonderful guy, which lead to a wonderfully drawn-out conversation about what we were planning on doing as far as our relationship goes, which lead us to where we are now, almost alarmingly, exhaustingly happy, one year later… and today… I start my first grown up writing job, which could lead to a major shift in career paths, and an opportunity to spend my life doing something I never dreamed I could do.
So, you try and tell me that there isn’t someone out there pulling the strings on our marionettes. Tell me that every diminutive move we make doesn’t lead to something much more significant… Even if you do, I’m a totally irrational bitch, so I probably won’t believe you.
Maybe next June 15th I’ll finally get the mind reading ability, or the X-Ray vision I’ve been waiting my whole life for, or maybe Prince William will finally come along and tell me he’s been waiting his whole life to find me, except I doubt that because I think People magazine said he was getting married or something… Stay tuned.
