Are you the exception...or the rule?

Tou feita estúpida a chorar... again... acabei de ver o filme "He's just not that into you" e... sei lá... a minha estupidez decidiu falar mais alto!

«Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up:

If a guy punches you, he likes you.

Never try to trim your own bangs.

And someday you will meet a wonderful guy

and get your very own happy ending.

and your commitment to each other.

Every movie we see, every story we're told...

...implores us to wait for it.

The third act twist:

The unexpected declaration of love.

The exception to the rule.

But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending...

...we don't learn how to read the signs.

How to tell the ones who want us

from the ones who don't.

The ones who will stay

from the ones who will leave.

And maybe this happy ending

doesn't include a wonderful guy.

Maybe it's you...

...on your own...

...picking up the pieces and starting over.

Freeing yourself up

for something better in the future.

Maybe the happy ending is just...

...moving on

Or maybe the happy ending is this:

Knowing that through all the unreturned

phone calls and broken hearts...

...through all the blunders

and misread signals...

...through all of the pain

and embarrassment....

...you never, ever gave up hope»

As raparigas choram por as mais diversas razões (a lógica nunca tem muito que ver com o assunto)
neste caso é porque:
... Are you the exception or the rule?

... é que amodes que as excepções são isso mesmo, excepções... escassas...