Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Pheobe

Secrets secrets don't make friends.
That's true.
I think.
Maybe it's not.
Maybe we keep secrets sometimes so we can keep those friends.
Like, if you know someone is interested in you but you are kinda seeing someone else, you don't say anything so that feelings don't get hurt. Or if you know something about a person that you know they don't want you to know, so you keep your mouth shut so you don't make it awkward. Or if you are kinda seeing two different people and you don't want them to find out...wait. That's not relevant. That's Pheobe dating the well built firefighter and the well built teacher at the same time. That's moderately whorish...
I think we keep secrets sometimes because we are scared of what would happen between us if the other person either found out or found out that we knew. Then our whole nighttime soap storyline blows up and we don't exactly know where the next episode will land. That's why shows like Desperate Housewives and Brothers and Sisters are so popular, because we have all been there. Maybe we haven't been covered in someone's dead husbands ashes, but we have been in the relationship fights due to the backlash of secrets.
Secrets. Scary things. But we keep them and we always will.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Another wedding story

I don't understand something.
I don't have a twitter, mostly because I don't need one. But I do read people's facebook status' when they show up on my feed and I find that generally amusing. Well, there is this girl, we are all friends with this girl. You, I, we all are. We knew each other years ago and she found me on facebook and now we are "friends" again. Honestly, I am just waiting an ample amount of time before I de-friend her and void her out of my digital existence. But that's neither here nor there.
She just got married on Saturday. Congrats. I'm happy you found someone (because for a while there...). But I have issues with you. And the new husband.
Here's the problem. After the wedding, she immediately changed her facebook profile and status. Now, that's normal to do perhaps the day after, maybe after the honeymoon. No. Within hours, she was on facebook, changing it, almost as if the only reason she wed was to be able to change her status. Shouldn't she have been staring into her new husband's eyes? Shouldn't she have been at a reception eating cake? Shouldn't she have been in the throws of releasing years of pent up pentacostal sexual tension?
But no. She was on facebook. So people start commenting on her status. There isn't anything really strange about that. Except that she is responding. She's responding on facebook when she should be in the throws.
Fine. It's now Tuesday. I get on facebook this morning and there she is, eating up my status updates, with absolutely everything that she is doing...on her honeymoon. Here's the deal. The reason that you go on a honeymoon is to be alone, away from everyone else, so you can do nothing but swim and sex, eat and sex, sightsee and sex. We all know that. I'm not saying anything that anyone doesn't already know. But no. We are getting updates every few hours about the restaurant, ("the most amazing food ever), the town ("so cute"), and where they are headed next, as if she doesn't really trust the husband yet and just in case she pulls a Natalie Holloway, someone will know where she is.
I understand that this is all very crass but I am upset. If you are going to wait all your life to find "the one," and then spend all that money on a wedding and honeymoon, then please, spend it with the one person that you are meant to spend it with. Not all of facebook so it can be commented on, and then responded to by you when you should be, again, in the throws.
Congrats on the wedding. Divorce facebook til the honeymoon's over.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

God loves ugly

I spent half an hour this morning looking for a parking spot, prowling like a cougar to pounce on any innocent Jetta or Saab that might back out of a spot. Did I find one? Of course not.
But I did find it odd that the people who wore ugly clothes and who were, themselves, not so attractive, did find spots, but I, impeccably dressed from a photo shoot this morning, could not. Maybe it's because they needed it more? Their self esteem just needed the extra push? I don't know. My self esteem is fine today so that's alright. I just took my lack of parking space as a sign to go home and do homework. Work-work can wait a bit.
But now I have to go and attack it all again and hope that I can find the space this time around to park. If not, I'm running down one of those uglies.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

The Mask

I always find it interesting the way life works. Just when I am in a place where I am making some decisions that might not be the best for my life or my future, I get a phone call from someone who is at the exact same place, if not further.
I'm sorry. What? How does that happen? How have I not talked to you in so long and then all of the sudden, here we are, in the same place [metaphorically speaking (The Mask anyone?)] and it's very clear why we have each other.
I know this is vague, it's not supposed to be clear. I guess I'm trying to tell you that if you believe in God and the way that He does things, it should come as no surprise that He would bring you together to lean on each other. If you believe in fate, the same general rules apply here. If you believe in Buddha, well, I don't really know how this applies, but I'm sure it does.
I will leave it at this:
Our lives are nothing without the relationships that compose us and that composition is a forever changing work of art.
No matter what masks we might wear to cover certain things up, try to conceal, or turn us into a conga dancing fool that kisses cops...in the end, the only thing that matters are the relationships. And that isn't worth throwing away for anything.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

5th time's the charm

It's no new news to anyone who has read this throughout the summer. I love television. And I spent the summer watching more TV than I think I can honestly remember.
Recap? Glad you asked.
Five seasons of the Office, three of 30 Rock, two of Dexter, two of Lost, two of Mad Men, the new season of True Blood, the new season of Hung, So You Think You Can Dance, and five of Weeds.
Which brings me to Weeds. Let me tell you this. I haven't really been on that bandwagon. I mean, I've been watching it and its alright, but it's not a comedy. And I haven't thought that it was particularly witty either.
But I've stuck with it because I've been following the story. So last night, the season finale aired of season 5. So I've been watching a great many episodes. I will tell you this. It wasn't until the final 30 seconds of the last episode of the fifth season that I learned to love this show.
The point of this story is that sometimes, it just takes time. You have to stick with it. You have to break up for a time and say that you won't ever do it again. And you give in and it's rough for season 4 or when the subplots concerning your favorite character aren't the greatest. But you hold out because you know that at some point, someone is going to be killed by a croquet stick.
That's what I am talking about! Holding on until you get what you know you should have.
The more you know...and shooting star.