Things that creep me out

One of the lead characters of "Little Children," Sarah, reminds me of me. Perhaps it's just the way they dressed her in the 2006 film, with floral collared shirts, sweaters and cardigans, wide-leg khakis and overalls, clogs and sandals, not much makeup, stringy wavy hair. Basically, like I dress most of the time. The one room in her and her husband's house that she decorated for herself looks like a room I would live in, how I would have decorated it.

And then there's what the narrator says about the male character, Brad, who is married to Cathy: "It didn't seem to matter that Sarah wasn't his type. Wasn't even that pretty, at least not compared to Cathy, who had long legs and lustrous hair and perfect breasts. Sarah was short, boyish, and had eyebrows that were thicker than Brad thought necessary. But even so, she walked into his arms that day, as if she were fulfilling a secret wish he hadn't remembered making."

It just creeps me out. Am I that obvious of a character?

Better yet: Do I need to not try and write blog entries at 1:20 a.m. while watching "Little Children" on HBO after a long day at work?

Yes.