So I went to see the movie Julie and Julia this weekend. Our friend, who reccomend that I see it, said it reminded him of me. I didn’t know much about it beforehand, except that it was about a girl who blogs about her dull life while trying to be as awesome as Julia Child.

I did enjoy the movie. It was entertaining, Merryl Streep did an amazing job as Julia Child, and made me want to be just like  Julia. She lived in Paris with a husband that she adored, and got to spend her days figuring out what she would enjoy doing with herself. Julia Child loved life and didn’t take anybody’s S—.

I found myself feeling a sort of empathetic pity for Julie, the sappy girl with a bad haircut in the movie who is stuck at a crappy job and with a feeling that she is being left behind by the rest of the progressing world. She’s a little unbalanced and cries a lot, and seems to be a little disgruntled with her life except for the new found hope that Juila gave her.  Now I know that Matt was totally being nice when he said this movie reminded him of me. It reminded me of me. Only I’m Julie, not Julia. I want to be happy as a lark no matter what, and live life to the fullest and not take anybody’s S—, and spend my days figuring out what it is that I am going to do with myself while I am still alive- Just like Julia Child. But instead, I am just like Julie Whatserface, trying to broadcast a defense of how cool I am or plan to be to the world wide web.

So it kinda made me want to quit blogging for a second, so I wouldn’t be such a Julie, and spend more time being a Julia. But there is one thing that keeps me going:

***SPOILER ALERT**** So the girl who cooks through Julia Child’s book (Julie) gets covered by the New York Times for her blog, and then writes a book about it, gets published, and then has a movie made from her book- all because she tried to copy the greatness of someone else. So her dreams eventually did come true and now she is a successful writer because she tried to copy the greatness of someone else.

****End of Spoiler***

Now I don’t know if it is the nature of our society these days to herald people for copying the accomplishments of someone else, or if we all feel such a deep sense of pointlessness to our own lives, that we love it when someone else feels the same ennui. I would like to believe that we still like to celebrate real accomplishments instead of electronic ones, but I am not sure anymore.

Either way, the bar isn’t set too high, so I will keep writing, if for no other reason than to raise my own bar. I want to be actually great, not electronically great, and if I have to electronically remind my self to be actually great, then so and so be it.

Now all I need is to learn how to not take anybody’s S—.