Tuesday, April 18, 2006
"Life moves pretty fast...
...if you don't stop to smell the roses once in a while you might just miss it." So Ferris had a point. I realized that my dreams are a constantly moving target. When I was younger, I dreamt of owning a Nintendo. My "friend" across the ornamental wall that divided our backyard had one, and the best baseball video game ever made. I say friend in pithy quotes, because the guy was actually a punk-ass prick, but he lived close and had a Nintendo in his basement, so we were tight. And his mom was hot.
When I finally got a Nintendo, I wanted a dog. In truth, I always wanted a dog, but never really thought that it was in the realm of possibility. My father was "anti-", in that he was against anything that changed the status quo. Eventually, without explanation, the family decided to get a dog. I think my mom was a little down, and this was my father's attempt to cheer her up. Nothing says lovin' like a little bribery. I wanted a golden retriever, we got a toy poodle. Go figure.
Then I dreamt of getting out. I was ready to be anywhere in the world except living with my family. My love for them never waned, they just royally pissed me off. All the time. So I went to college. Then I realized that college isn't freedom, it's just a different prison. Broke ass college students have to live in a bubble: dorm room and cafeteria food. But at least we got to smoke pot, which was nice.
Then I dreamt of getting some money. So I went to grad school, and became a professional. So now I have some freedom and a little money, but considering my student loan check is the same as the check for my shoe box of a Manhattan apartment, it's still not enough.
So now I dream of becoming a professional in one of my hobbies. Or becoming a huge success in my career. Things that are within my reach, but outside my grasp (I know, I know -- "...or what's a heaven for?"). But my dreams are no longer stuck in a k-hole. Rather, I dream of so many unwritten things. So much so, that at times I lay awake at night...dreaming.
When I finally got a Nintendo, I wanted a dog. In truth, I always wanted a dog, but never really thought that it was in the realm of possibility. My father was "anti-", in that he was against anything that changed the status quo. Eventually, without explanation, the family decided to get a dog. I think my mom was a little down, and this was my father's attempt to cheer her up. Nothing says lovin' like a little bribery. I wanted a golden retriever, we got a toy poodle. Go figure.
Then I dreamt of getting out. I was ready to be anywhere in the world except living with my family. My love for them never waned, they just royally pissed me off. All the time. So I went to college. Then I realized that college isn't freedom, it's just a different prison. Broke ass college students have to live in a bubble: dorm room and cafeteria food. But at least we got to smoke pot, which was nice.
Then I dreamt of getting some money. So I went to grad school, and became a professional. So now I have some freedom and a little money, but considering my student loan check is the same as the check for my shoe box of a Manhattan apartment, it's still not enough.
So now I dream of becoming a professional in one of my hobbies. Or becoming a huge success in my career. Things that are within my reach, but outside my grasp (I know, I know -- "...or what's a heaven for?"). But my dreams are no longer stuck in a k-hole. Rather, I dream of so many unwritten things. So much so, that at times I lay awake at night...dreaming.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Weird Flashback
Setting: Junior year, Front Seat of Ambulance
On: Extacy, Mushrooms and Pot
Location: Flying down Mass. Ave.
I was staring intently out the window while my friend was in a gurny in the back of the ambulance. The EMT driver looks over and asked me if I was ok.
I turned to him and said, "Dude. I'm trippin' with the Bradys."
On: Extacy, Mushrooms and Pot
Location: Flying down Mass. Ave.
I was staring intently out the window while my friend was in a gurny in the back of the ambulance. The EMT driver looks over and asked me if I was ok.
I turned to him and said, "Dude. I'm trippin' with the Bradys."
