(Wo)man in Motion

There are those that say St. Elmo’s Fire is the worst movie ever, while others champion it as a timeless coming-of-age film. I’ve always thought St. Elmo’s Fire as chicken soup for the quarter-life crisis soul. Sure, it’s cheesy but that post-grad confusion/frustration/flailing-about-in-the-real-world is very real. I also love that it depicts that weird assortment of friends you make in college, and then wonder how you ever ended up together. But even though you can’t remember what made you friends in the first place, these people are still your best friends in the world.


Plus, it’s got the best theme song and yes, I do play it on repeat when I feel like my life is at a crossroads:

I most identified with this movie when I was 22/23 but lately I’ve been feeling like Jules in the pink room at the end of the movie. I’ve been working 70-80 hours a week for months and I feel like I’m spinning my wheels. And it’s all like stupid stuff. Like dysfunctional work operations and people bitching about stupid crap that has nothing to do with my job, yet somehow it’s still turned into long days/weeks/months and middle of the night anxiety attacks for me. I’ve had no sick days since I started this job (everyone works “from home” when they can’t come into the office) and finally my supervisor allowed me a few “real” sick days because she could tell I’m kind of falling apart. I liked my job but this volume is just too much, and I’m seriously wishing that Rob Lowe would just show up in my apartment with a blow torch and some words of wisdom: