1) Is Rocko’s Modern Life a comment on the nuclear family, conventional beauty, and eating disorders?
2) Does embarrassment lead to the loss of an erection, or is humiliation simply a codeword for flaccidity?
3) If I actually spend all my time on my tip toes, will someone notice, point it out, and then recruit me to study why walking on the balls of your feet and never allowing your heels to touch the ground is better for your posture?
4) Sunglasses should be worn at all times because the sun is always out there waiting to damage your eyes.
6) Is Isabel Lucas actually wearing a baboon on her head as an accessory? (To be fair, this isn’t an actual example. In a photo taken by Mark Seliger that’s hanging on my wall, Isabel Lucas is actually posing with a baboon. It just catches me off guard every once and a while.)
7) Does music sound better when it functions as a sound track to your life? I’m inclined to say yes. For example: I’ve never been more interested in Maroon 5 then when I’m in a relational funk. Whether it’s a failing friendship, acquaintanceship, a bad date, a bad night with the roommates, there’s just something about listening to She Will Be Loved that reminds me: this too shall pass.
9) Will I ever write something respectable?
Here’s something I wrote while I was reflecting on J Term the other day:
Snow and coffee taste so great together for one late lunch with you and the truth that’s easier to see why we and you and me could never be for good. I get you’re sad and angry and cold and I don’t mean to say I told you so scream if you can and be mean and shout and crush that doubt that eats you up inside the kitchen with jars and cars and far away worlds that glow like stars across the dying sky that bleeds for you and I so that pain is painful and too much to handle when you can barely feel the sins of the flesh in that cold, cold soul and soulless night time sky cries out like wolves in woods and run for days through snow and cold and old fallen limbs and cracked, crooked rocks that jab at paws and cause pain and strain and strife and life is harder than we ever planned and more difficult to stand alone and tired and so afraid to speak my mind will never let me rewind, unwind be kind and careful and carefree to be the simplest me.
When I told my mother, she immediately said: “Well, I’m just worried you won’t go back.” Okay, fair. Statistically, I won’t go back to school. Luckily, I’m not a number.
I’m an individual.
I am an individual that values laughter and hitting the snooze button and embracing the day that I wake up to. I am an individual who understands that education is important and who LOVES being educated. So here’s this promise to anyone else, like rummy dearest who finds this decision to be devastating: I’m going to get an advanced degree, it just may not be in the year you all thought. Also: this decision makes me happy, so I’d thank you to be happy for my happiness. Happy, happy, happy. Isn’t that what we’re all aiming for? We are looking to experience bliss in life, to understand and constantly gather what makes us glad, joyful, beautiful. What makes us whole. What makes us complete. What makes us…us.
In other news: life is ripe for the taking.