honestly now. "At 32 years old, Elizabeth Gilbert was educated and had a home, a husband, and a successful career as a writer. However, she was unhappy in her marriage and often spent the night crying on her bathroom floor. In the midst of an affair, she separated from her husband and initiated a divorce, which he contested. The affair continued for some time but did not work out, leaving her devastated and alone. While writing an article on yoga vacations in Bali, she met a ninth-generation medicine man who told her she would come back and study with him. After finalizing her difficult divorce, she spent the next year traveling. She spent four months in Italy, eating and enjoying life (Eat). She spent four months in India, finding her spirituality (Pray). She ended the year in Bali, Indonesia, looking for "balance" of the two and found love (Love) in the form of a dashing Brazilian factory owner" excuse me while i go barf a little.
aside the fact that she's a kataka in love with food, which i do not understand (really now, i am libra. i pretend to like eating because it seems sensual. but i would not mind eating pretzels for the rest of my life if that would not lead to severe health problems. i do not understand the concept of finding comfort in food either since when i am stressed i just smoke like a chimney and not eat) what the actual fuck. *trying hard to prioritize what is wrong in the whole story. obviously she has enough money to travel the world and i'd really like that although i'd probably end up spending the year on a tropical beach drinking cocktails all day and whining. but are we really supposed to believe that she finds love " in the form of a dashing Brazilian factory owner"? i know katakas have a thing for idealizing lovers but this is not healthy. Dashing factory owners do not exist or if they do there are so many things wrong with them you'll feel like running for the hills after a very short while. and let me guess. it was probably love at first sight but she said no and he insisted and he also understands her.
which is why i like better stories about strong killative men which end in tragedy. or maybe i am totally insane and just have a thing for tragedies.
in other news: weather is v v v v bad - stormy, gray and chilly but somehow it reminds me of a norse saga, which is not that bad. i was watching the sea the other day from the 14th floor where i work (great view) and there were big dark waves and somehow expected to see a viking ship landing.