Sunday on Tuesday
OK, so it’s Tuesday night, and I still have the Sunday evening depression feeling. Can’t help but think of how my life is getting thrown away, day by day. Is it time for my PMS already?
Watched a movie with Sidney Poitier this afternoon – what’s with me and the old movies lately? Anyway, what’s funny about old movies is how little it takes for people to consider themselves in love. I mean, two exchanged glances and folks is getting married!
Dreamt last night some complicated thing that ended up with a woman lecturing me about interacting with people and answering the phone. And I started to say to her “If you knew what I had been through this weekend…” and she said “If I knew what you had been through I would be telling you the exact same thing! Get out there, and find a partner and dance! Do whatever makes you happy! Drive a Bentley into the ocean, I don’t care – just do something!” And then I was at the beach with an old man who was driving a Bentley into the ocean. It was an old one, he wasn’t totally crazy. It was attached to a board with wheels on the bottom and he drove it into the water and it sunk as he wriggled out the rolled-down driver’s window. He emerged from the ocean, and we started to walk up the hill to our car (it was exactly that kind of a hill thingee leading to parking like the beaches in Holland used to have) and there was a guy at the bottom sitting at a desk. Some kind of beach official I guess. And he said to the old man “But have you seen the pictures of her from this weekend yet?” and we both told him to f-off. But I was embarrassed. But I knew it was OK anyway.
*shrug*
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The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou just totally reeled me in. Had no idea it was going to be real. I loved it. I really love Wes Anderson’s films which show us in all our morbid human weakness. But, depressing.
Had one of those puttering days that may or may not be the sign of being a grownup. Didn’t go out but got much satisfaction from cleaning out drawers and closets, purging my life of unwanted necessities. I just want less stuff. And the addition of a new cabinet in my bathroom has made me happy to a?strange degree. Finally, a place for the towels to rest.
Dreamed last night for hours and hours. Michael C. from The Shield was the husband to this woman who was sometimes me, and also the leader of a huge S&M cult. They were abusing their daughter and when the woman found out she tried to get away. She was locked in a house and there were ATV chases, near escapes, bondage, exploding poop-filled toilets, a bathroom that was filthy and no one’s responsibility to clean, a man picking up a turd off the floor, dolphin poop dripping on my leg (poop’s been a dream theme lately) Michael C trying to rape this woman’s best friend with a picture frame, mutiny in the S&M club, and women willingly being crucified while supporting their body weight with their feet on wooden spikes.
It wasn’t a nice dream. It may have something to do with my neighborhood blowing up on Friday.
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