Over the last two weeks I've been a little out of sorts. I've been away from home and when this happens, like most of us, I lose touch with reality a bit. Nothing really changed, if anything it changed for the worse, but for over two weeks, I've been able to relax a bit and notice some things I may normally have missed. Like some of my "Random Thoughts" blogs, these don't really have any cohesiveness.
I've had three friends "unfriend" me on Facebook. Two of them I've known for over 20 years. The other is an asshole, so good riddance. I don't know if it's my maturity or their immaturity that honestly makes me not care. I still consider those two friends, but the reality is, if you can't take judgement, you might not want to judge people yourself.
While waiting to leave Ithaca, I sat on the bus and saw a car pull up. A young college student got out of the passenger side and had a book bag and without meaning to classify someone based on looks, could have been seen as a nerd. His girlfriend got out of the driver's side and from where I was sitting, she was very average looking and she too had a little nerd appeal. Blond, wire rimmed glasses and a little disheveled. Then she walked around the car to say goodbye and the shocker of all-time came. She had the body of a goddess. Tight jeans and a grey tee shirt, with an unzipped grey sweatshirt covering what looked like Brooklyn Decker's body. They hugged and kissed and said there goodbyes. The boy then boarded the bus and proceeded to listen to his iPod while reading GQ. He's my new hero.
I've realized that my years of living alone have caused a terrible habit. I tend to lick utensils I'm using and put them back into jars. I had to make a concerted effort not to do this while at my father's house. Luckily, it's not one of those subconscious things and I do know when I'm doing it.
Last night, I was out and a group of three women were out. Two were a mother and daughter. Both were attractive, but in my opinion the mother was truly beautiful. As the night wore on they started to dance and included me in their craziness. At the end of the night, after very little conversation, the mother walked over and gave me a hug goodnight and thanked me. Sounds terribly cliche, but it's these little moments in life that make it all worthwhile.
Tonight I watched a movie for the first time in almost three weeks. Ingmar Bergman's The Hour of The Wolf. It's not his greatest film, but the acting is so stellar, it's worth watching. I have now seen seven of Bergman's movies and can say without ever seeing another, he's one of the best directors to ever live. The Seventh Seal is still my favorite, but Through the Glass Darkly, Wild Strawberries and The Virgin Spring are close. The Silence, Hour of the Wolf and Winter Light are the other's I've seen and are tremendous as well.
This evening was the first night in 19 nights that I ate dinner by myself. Eating along is one of the worst aspects of my life right now. The whole act of enjoying food starts with good dining companions. While a movie is at times OK, so much is lost when not being allowed to share one's day and here about other's lives. It's the thing I miss most about being young and living at home with mom and dad.
I've had three friends "unfriend" me on Facebook. Two of them I've known for over 20 years. The other is an asshole, so good riddance. I don't know if it's my maturity or their immaturity that honestly makes me not care. I still consider those two friends, but the reality is, if you can't take judgement, you might not want to judge people yourself.
While waiting to leave Ithaca, I sat on the bus and saw a car pull up. A young college student got out of the passenger side and had a book bag and without meaning to classify someone based on looks, could have been seen as a nerd. His girlfriend got out of the driver's side and from where I was sitting, she was very average looking and she too had a little nerd appeal. Blond, wire rimmed glasses and a little disheveled. Then she walked around the car to say goodbye and the shocker of all-time came. She had the body of a goddess. Tight jeans and a grey tee shirt, with an unzipped grey sweatshirt covering what looked like Brooklyn Decker's body. They hugged and kissed and said there goodbyes. The boy then boarded the bus and proceeded to listen to his iPod while reading GQ. He's my new hero.
I've realized that my years of living alone have caused a terrible habit. I tend to lick utensils I'm using and put them back into jars. I had to make a concerted effort not to do this while at my father's house. Luckily, it's not one of those subconscious things and I do know when I'm doing it.
Last night, I was out and a group of three women were out. Two were a mother and daughter. Both were attractive, but in my opinion the mother was truly beautiful. As the night wore on they started to dance and included me in their craziness. At the end of the night, after very little conversation, the mother walked over and gave me a hug goodnight and thanked me. Sounds terribly cliche, but it's these little moments in life that make it all worthwhile.
Tonight I watched a movie for the first time in almost three weeks. Ingmar Bergman's The Hour of The Wolf. It's not his greatest film, but the acting is so stellar, it's worth watching. I have now seen seven of Bergman's movies and can say without ever seeing another, he's one of the best directors to ever live. The Seventh Seal is still my favorite, but Through the Glass Darkly, Wild Strawberries and The Virgin Spring are close. The Silence, Hour of the Wolf and Winter Light are the other's I've seen and are tremendous as well.
This evening was the first night in 19 nights that I ate dinner by myself. Eating along is one of the worst aspects of my life right now. The whole act of enjoying food starts with good dining companions. While a movie is at times OK, so much is lost when not being allowed to share one's day and here about other's lives. It's the thing I miss most about being young and living at home with mom and dad.
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