Not sure how to…
January 21st, 2008, 2:19 pm · 1 Comment · posted by yucarenow
begin my opening installment.
Nonetheless, here it goes…
This past weekend was beyond captivating. I think for the first time in a long time I felt at ease about a lot of things in my life. That’s not to say I’m unhappy, I just constantly worry over things I shouldn’t worry with.
Sometimes it takes a set of events or moments to pull you back and make you realize that you are still alive and kicking. This weekend did just that.
Hearing the first three chords of Jimmy Eat World’s “Sweetness” on Sunday night really brought me back to my high school days of aimlessly driving around in my Chevy Blazer and worrying about how I’d talk to a girl I had never had the courage to cross 100 yards of. Of course it all seems trivial and stupid now, but when you are 16, your worries are undeniably important. It kind of makes me think that in 10 years or so . I’ll have an epiphany about my past (my current life) and perform the exact same analyzation I’m doing now.
I used to make fun of elders and their stories of how they did this and that and how it brought back such fond memories of their youth and time spent doing this and that. Actually, scratch that, I still make fun of you guys, but I’m now starting to see how fast time goes by and how each moment of time should be cherished. Growing old sucks, so recollections of the “early years” might just be significantly important as I grow old. Right? RIGHT
Speaking of old…
On Saturday I saw “The Bucketlist” with my parents. From the movie trailer, it looks as though the film follows two old men and their goofy misadventures in the world of geriatrics. I was right….but I was also quite wrong.
Two hours later I was one of the 50-plus people in the theater sniffling and drying their watery-eyes. I don’t like to admit to crying during a movie, but this one really hurt your soul not to. You’d seriously have to be cold as ice to bottle up this plot without an emotional explosion. I really hate the fact that a so-called comedy left me looking like an 8-year-old girl who just scraped her knee, but I liked how I felt more alive and thoughtful when the lights came on.
I really hope I have more weekends of roller coaster thought sessions(without the crying) that make my worrying seem 16-year-oldish.Until next time…..
Captivatingly waiting,
-Sean
February 29th, 2008 at 8:54 am
you owe me at least 5 min of my life back after reading that blog. 2 min for reading the blog, 3 min for when i past from nausea and vomiting after reading the bucketlist paragraph.