You'd think that life is just like the movies, that the really dramatic moments are marked by intense sounds, music and a zooming in so that you can really focus on what's happening. Unfortunatly (or luckily...) life is nothing like the movies. Those moments sneak up on you and after a while you're standing there with a bit of "what the fuck just happened" look on your face. You can't go out and read the reviews afterwards either to try to make sense of it either, to try to see if it was good or bad. Not to mention the fact that you can't rewind to watch it exactly how it was either. All memories are tainted by emotions so they're never exactly as they were.
It'd make things easier if you could call up a friend and ask if they ever saw a movie called Molly's fall from grace, and follow it up with a question of "you know that kind of strange scene, what happened there?". If one's lucky the friend will have a better idea. If not lucky, I suppose you can always shrug it off and hope that the sequel has flashbacks and explainations.
In that the real difference lies between movies and life, while movies are well directed, plotted and only snapshots of events, life goes on even if you don't fully understand the plot, and you can't demand your money back if it disapoints you from time to time. And oh yes, those really intense moments that will bear significance for longer than you expected are only marked by the amount of times you silently wonder what really happened.
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