Depressingly Happy

So, anyone that knows me well knows that I like art, hardhitting theatre, philosophical discussions, meaningful friendships and 'arty' (for the lack of another word) movies.

Hari generally cringes when we have to go pick DVDs. We maintain our 50-50 rule there too. Since our tastes are so different, we alternately take shots at picking what we want to see. But we always watch all the movies together and that just means that there is an greater than 80% chance that one of us is in misery on our DVD evenings:-)
Specifically Hari braces for the depression zone to hit, when it is my DVD turn. So, I have always enjoyed the weird ones..Memento, White Oleander, Fight Club, No Mans Land
Of course, the Hindi movies list is similar as well.

Recently Hari and I went to watch 'Life in a Metro'. The movie was actually quite well made and navigated through practical and impractical life circumstances around various characters finding love at inopportune moments. Of course, a lot of the movie was depressing. Now, the thing is - I no longer enjoyed watching this kind of a movie. and This isnt a conclusion from a sample set of 1. It happened a couple of months ago watching 'Raincoat' as well. Brilliant movie...depressing...me no likey....hmmmmmm!?@!

Anyway, the superficial conclusion I came to was that this could be a temporary or a permanent change in me attributed aquarely to being pregnant (isnt that convenient...everything can be attributed to that for now!!).

The question in my mind is.....I am not a happy to be depressed person anymore.....but am I depressed that I only like the happy stuff now? Meaning.....am I depressed that I have changed so fundamentally? Depressingly Happy....that is....