When it comes to expressing myself, verbal communication was never my medium of choice. I can't sing and I am no excellent giver of speeches. In fact, I have pretty serious stage fright. That is part of the reason why writing is a God-send. Every time I have a serious conversation It always seems that it is through a note or an email. For instance, I was asked out and broken up with by most of my boyfriends via note. I know that sounds pathetic but you're actually sitting here reading this crap so take a step back and evaluate YOURSELF. I am not particularly ashamed nor am I willing to change my habit. I like writing and it's not as if I have some serious social anxiety, the simple fact is that writing down what I have to say is easier.
What Really Happened: Dark Knight
This is an idea I had yesterday and basically I take movies and tell everyone what happened after the credits rolled, so first is The Dark Knight.
After the Batman rode off on his bike he actually went back to where he left the Joker hanging upside down. They talked for a long time about this and that, until Joker started to pass out and the hospital wouldn't treat him, they just kind of screamed "ahhh! He can't come in here!" and "He's got a bomb!" and UGH it was a mess but the Joker was fine after a while being right side up so, they went and got some waffles, WITH blueberries because that's the way Joker likes them! Then they went back to the bat cave...well...there was some traffic...but THEN they went back to the bat cave, Alfred came and joined them, they watched Pretty In Pink and a marathon of Supernatural (which they both agree is just about the best show on television, I mean they both like Pretty Little Liars but come on!) So after that Batman re-did Joker's makeup for him, showed him some amazing face cream to, REALLY nice stuff. That's when Joker finally admitted how he ACTUALLY got those scars (fishing accident, CRAZY long story, tell ya later). Then they went to bed, Joker slept on the floor...something about his back because he slumps a lot so...it's really back for his back so he slept flat on the floor, no blanket or pillow, whatever, he seemed fine. They got up the next morning and made smiley breakfast which is when you have a pancake and use, maybe, bacon to make a smile and maybe raisins for eyes, it was REALLY cute! After that they were pretty much buddies, they found a therapist and day by day things are getting better :). And speaking of therapists, the police chief guy found one IMMEDIATELY following what happened with Harvey. He and his family needed it, BAD.
So, that's that, I'm open to suggestions.
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