What a week. I think I’ve had about 52 mood swings. It seems like nearly every person I talked to this week—and I think I managed to talk to nearly every one of my close friends, which for me is something of a feat considering the various times zones that need be accounted for. I just have felt all out of sorts lately—like the planets have gone all crazy or something. I really want to move. Or, maybe I just want some form of movement to occur to make something concrete in my life. As in, I can actually start making some clear statements in my life: “I’m moving.” It may also be because the theme of this week has been: “I feel like I’m in a holding pattern.” I have uttered it, and at least two other people I spoke to this week said the same thing. I love the image: hanging planes in the air. I like to picture us all against a big blue sky looking down over our lives. Okay, so that may be too romantic for the reality of the situation—feeling like your life is running beneath you like a treadmill and your still stuck staring at the wall. Okay, so that’s too bleak. . . you get the picture.
Point is this—I’m getting weary of so many things. Tired of office job, tired of coming home to an empty apartment, missing Daryl, hating this weather, and harboring loathing for various things—from the mystery smelly something in my refrigerator, to the fact that the sun has come out but twice this week, to having so many of my friends live so far away from me.
Sure, it sounds like a load of whining even to me, and I’m sure I’ll look back at some point and laugh at my melancholy, but right now it feels pretty darn realist. It’s like we are all entangled in this team effort together for at least supporting each other to be happy—maybe like a bunch of dominoes, and if one falls we all slowly may do the same. It’s like every morning I wake up and there’s my Special Issue of the Day: Work. Move. Boyfriend. Europe? Work. Ugh.
So, yesterday I was at this party and two girls were talking over the chip dip (literally):
G1: I didn’t like “About a Boy.”
Me: Oh, I thought it was pretty good.
G2: I liked “High Fidelity.” I love John Cusack.
G1: Me too. You know, some of my friends and I rented “Say Anything.” It was weird, I mean, I don’t get what the big deal is.
G2: The movie with the radio?
G1: Yeah. I mean I love John Cusack, but I didn’t get it.
G2: He’s sooooo cute! And so Chicago.
Me: (Exit)
Who “doesn’t get” Say Anything? I don’t know, maybe they were aliens or had human emotion transplants or something. But, I do like the fact that one phrase could so easily sum up a person’s entire character for me. I wish that were always possible—think of the time you could save, the useless conversations you could avoid! I think each of us should have our own personal “question” we ask to see if someone is worthy of our friendship. I think mine will now have to be “Do you like ‘Say Anything’?” and “What are your feelings on Bob Dylan?”
Oh no! That reminds me—has anyone seen the hidediculous Victoria’s Secret ad with Bob Dylan lurking around the “salon” as “Love Sick” plays in the background and a girl in underwear and wings gyrates around a room. I actually screamed out loud. It begs one to ask the question “What was The Bard THINKING????” KD agreed with me that he looks as though he is about to flash someone. It is truly a sign of the times. I mean, sure, put someone like Chris Isaak or even Jakob Dylan--jeez ANYONE in the video with a model and a sexy song, but Bob Dylan is just too, oh, I don’t know! I mean, it would be like Johnny Cash showing up in a VS commercial while “Ring of Fire” played. One word: ridiculous.
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