Stranger than Fiction.

I've always been a very socially inept person - Asperger's is a bitch - and, because of this, my life for the past 25 years has been boring, almost devoid of friendship, and entirely devoid of love - the very brief relationship I had in my high school years and that one time when I slept with a friend in my university years don't count.

The boring, lonely life led by the movie's protagonist is how I fear my life will become: the life of a drone, a cog in the machine that could very easily be replaced by anyone, someone no one cares about; even though - unlike him - I try to find things to do and shake up my routine every once in a while, almost nothing has come out of this, and even though I've met some people through doing stuff, I'm not close to any of them.

In the movie, there's a woman who falls in love with the protagonist for seemingly no reason at all - he has the personality of a wet blanket, after all, and he is not very good looking - and I couldn't help but feel torn about this: on one hand, it was a clichéd, textbook example of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl trope but, on the other hand, I'm guilty of wishing for people like her to happen to me, too.

As a movie, it hit far too close to home. I live a life that doesn't seem to have any kind of meaning, I don't think many people would miss me if I died today, and I don't know how to improve my lot at all, especially since those small things that I hoped would spice up my life ended up not doing very much at all.

I just feel like a broken person that will never be able to enjoy life, and that movie did nothing to convince me otherwise, despite the happy ending.