You never really felt like you belonged anywhere. You were in 8th grade and the only friends you had were related to you or fictional. You didn't really fit in with anyone at school and part of you didn't care. By this point (age 13), you were learning how to close people off. You had taught yourself how to quit caring about anyone/anything.
But then, your English teacher, suggested you watch The Breakfast Club. She said she remembers feeling the way you felt* and how this movie in particular might help you out. So, that weekend, you went out to a Video Rental Store and got the VHS to watch at home with your mom.
After watching the movie, you didn't really feel any different. Not at first, it wasn't until you went back to school when you realized that something had changed. That you started to think that it might be a good idea to look at life from other people's perspectives instead of your own. But unfortunately, this didn't really last. Because you were fresh into your teen years and your angst (your almost existential, if not dramatic, angst) was just starting to take control of your psyche.
Some years later (age 19-23), you've become so good at putting up walls that when it's hard to take them down. You feel like you've been born into this world alone and you will die the same way, alone. But one sad Saturday afternoon, you found yourself laying on the couch in the house you've grown in and The Breakfast Club found itself in front of you on television.
You tried to remember what it was like, the first time you saw this movie. And how you weren't really moved by it and how you were watching it now and feeling completely moved by it. You remembered all the times you'd sit around with your friends after a couple of drinks and tear apart the message of the movie. The way you'd spit through your statements, saying it's stupid. Life isn't like that, you'd say. It's not all, it's not all, and by this point someone would finish your sentence.
But there you were, years later, watching the movie again and finally understanding. Finally getting how the movie isn't entirely about the way a group of high school kids become friends over the course of one Saturday. But it's about learning from the past, the differences between generations, and how -- deep down -- we're all kind of the same.
And these days, you look back at this movie with fondness. You look around you and see a bunch of people you would probably, maybe not be friends with when you were younger. You look inside yourself and see how you've changed. And you see how this movie changed you.
You've spent so many years and some much time closing yourself off and purposely keeping your distance when it came to making new friends. And now, when you realize that The Breakfast Club came out 30 years ago [you were barely alive at the time, as in, not born yet] you're astounded at how the movie still manages to resonate with the people who see it for the first time.
There's something about your life now and the way you let your guard down the same way the kids in the movie did that makes you feel a lot better about, well, everything. You're happier, you have more friends, and you love more in general. And no matter how old you get [because you will get older] or how old that movie gets [and it'll age with you], you'll always have a special place in your chest for this movie.
*Your 8th grade English teacher, Lisa [you were on a first name basis], was the only friend you had at that time that actually cared about you. She forced you to read The Outsiders and when you loved it, she gave you more books that she thought would help you in a positive way. Before you two had met, you were aimless and lost. Moving through life confused and sad. Always wondering what you were good at. She helped you realize your potential and you'll forever be indebted to her. You wonder where she is and where she's working, if she's still igniting young minds the same way she did for you over ten years ago.