I’m so glad people don’t make thematically significant confessional monologues the way they do in Films like can you imagine if you were on your second date with some guy and you’re like looking out a balcony over the city or whatever and he’s like “When I was a kid… my mom and dad used to take me to little league games together. Every Sunday, I would go up to bat and look at them up in the bleachers, smiling and cheering for me. But I was terrible at baseball, always striking out. So I stopped looking. I didn’t want to think about disappointing them. I practiced so hard. I got calluses on my hand from the bat. And finally, one weekend, I hit a home run. And I looked back before I started to run, ready to see them cheering…. But they were gone. My dad had a heart attack five minutes into the game and my mom went with him to the hospital. And I didn’t even notice because I was just thinking about hitting the ball really hard.” I don’t think I could handle that
