Saw Jackass over the weekend. It was everything it was supposed to be.
I have to suppress a bit of a groan as the months pass. But Sunday was my mom's birthday!
I wish I had an off switch for my brain. Here is some crap that fell out when I was lying awake one morning:
-It doesn’t really matter what people whom you’ve just met think of you.
-I think an interesting idiosyncrasy for a character in a story, say, would be the habit making cryptic, pseudo-ponderous statements that don’t make any sense. (Probably because it’s something I’m afraid that I do.) Like the guy is trying so hard to say something meaningful, but it doesn’t happen, either because he can’t pack everything he’s trying to say in the few words he uses or because he really is trying to stretch the weight of the moment too far and fit it into a shape that it can’t hold.
-I have a bizarre fear of being stabbed. I hate watching it in movies even.
-Some day, my temper could get me into a lot of trouble. Which is related to the stabbing thing, as in I’m going to get stabbed because of my smartassness.
-I know a lot of people who are smart, rich, talented, beautiful, and sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I was like them. But I try not to dwell on it, because who wants to go through life unhappy about themselves all the time.
-Sportswriters are self-important, useless pompous asses. I’m sure it can be a lot of fun, but I just can’t justify being a sportswriter as a career, even though I might be good at it. Fun things to talk about during the lunch break, at best. But who cares about athletes when there are still starving people in the streets? Sports is overstated in how important it is, just like a lot of things that make a lot of money.
-My good close friends are a bunch of idiots, but in the best way possible. Like if you or someone you know is in a big family with a bunch of brothers, the kind that are always doing something stupid but it’s funny, and they’re such idiots, but you love ‘em because they’re your brothers, then you know what I’m talking about. Which is funny in itself, because those very same friends are some of the smartest, sharpest minds I know.
-I believe in the myth of youth, in that I feel more and more useless as the days pass. I meet these really smart kids my brother’s age or younger, and I wonder what the heck was I doing when I was their age. And I’m only 26?!