Sunday, August 7, 2011

Houses need paper towels. My house does not have paper towels right now. It feels “off.” “out of balance” A broken sidewalk. There is a reliability in having paper towels available. Like having a good mom around. I don’t know. Maybe I am the only one who feels this way. I am going to buy paper towels today and then I will feel better. Probably. At least I wont have to keep being confronted by the empty paper towel holder. It keeps looking at me like, you fail at keeping a reliable household.

A friend of mine is filming a movie. He keeps putting pictures up on facebook of the filming of this movie. I haven’t talked to this friend in maybe three years. Before that, maybe three more. Before that we were good friends. Work friends. I want to ask him why he is making a movie. I want to know when the eff did he become ‘a movie maker.’ When I knew him he didn’t do that. I want to know if this is his new job or if this is just a hobby thing. The pictures make it look like it is a new job thing. A new job thing where he is the boss of filming a movie. It’s all very mysterious. I commented on one of the photos implying ‘wtf with you are making movies’ but he did not respond. It makes me think that we, as human beans, are not relegated to continue being what we have always been. That we can stop mid-stream and change course. We can do things we want to do if we want to do them. Even if we are old. So, that felt good.

A funny thing happened at Chili’s last night but it’s too hard to explain so I won’t. Let’s just say it was like living an SNL skit.

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