I went to see "A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints," a small film about a kid growing up in a changing New York neighborhood, yesterday. It starred Robert Downey Jr (as the kid all grown up), Diane Weist, Chas Palminteri (sp?) and Rosario Dawson (among others).

Gosh darn if that wasn't a depressing film. To me it was about how, no matter how far you go or what you do, there'll always be part of you that's based on who you were growing up and the friends and family who were there with you while you were doing it.

To me that's sort of depressing because my family was weird and while part of me enjoys that weirdness, the rest of me is tends to wonder how dysfunctional the family dynamic is and if that follows me, well ugh.