Random minutiae that's been wandering around in my brain:
Why is it, that when I tell people where I work, their first question is almost always, "how do you like working there?" I don't notice anyone else getting asked that.
I put up the Christmas tree late, and it never really got decorated beyond lights and a few lonely ornaments. It's still up. Getting it put away is this Saturday's goal.
Maybe the lack of Christmas-décor desire is related to my growing dislike of culturally-pervasive holidays. Christmas seems to be increasingly about consumerism, but also about a forced feeling of warm-fuzzy. If you aren't in the "Christmas spirit," something is wrong. Yet, I wonder how many people sincerely feel that way and how many are putting on airs for each other's sake.
Also wondering: why is it the Tooth Fairy and Easter Bunny provide gifts just because, while the specter of an all-knowing Santa Claus is used to scare kids into behaving, lest he withhold their presents? (And why do we teach children that being showered with gifts at Christmas is a birthright? How much more "gimme, gimme, gimme" do kids need?)
For all the anti-drunk-driving messages and threats of increased law enforcement on New Year's Eve, I saw more police on the road on Friday night, December 30, than on the actual post-party trip home. In fact, I think I spotted exactly 2 police cars in our 45-minute drive in the wee hours of January 1.
Stupid Orlando. Went to a screening of Brokeback Mountain last night with an audience that was 98% gay male, and a couple of spotlight-hogs felt the need to provide vocal commentary early in the film (such as when the heroes first meet). Fortunately, the power and beauty of the story finally overcame them, and they realized this was a good film, not some fantasy-porn flick -- and sat there as speechlessly enthralled as the rest of us.
Even stupider big-chain movie houses. Enough people were turned away from last night's single showing to fill the theater a second time, and some shows this weekend are already sold out. In other Florida cities, Brokeback has been running for weeks. There are rumors that one of the big chains might start running it in two weeks, a month after it opened nationwide. Of course, by then, I'm guessing most of the local audiences will have seen it; after coming late to the party, I can just imagine theater management claiming, "see, it's not financially worthwhile to run art-house content." (Last week, Brokeback was the #13 film, making just a hair less than The Producers -- while running on 1/5 as many screens.)
Driving home from the film, I thought: sometimes, a good cry helps prove we're human. People fake "happy" all the time. I don't think people tend to fake sorrow.
Two months out, and for some reason I'm more down about turning 35 than I recall from when I turned 30. Weird. (Could this by why I'm eyeing sporty-car replacements for my Saturn sedan?)
Stupid Orlando - couldn't have said it any better! And I know that turning 35 was MUCH WORSE than turning 30 for me... as 45 was worse than 40. What ya looking at to replace the Saturn?
ReplyDeleteCheer up, hon. We all go through these periods. Just make sure to focus on positive when you can.
ReplyDeleteBTW, would that movie chain by AMC Pleasure Island? They have the movie poster on display inside their complex.