Soo, this evening I was watching "Rumour Has It" which is the rip from the graduate. If you watched to the end and saw a little bit of the credits, the grand ma grabs the guys ass.
Definately the best part of the movie. When I saw that I immediately wondered if I was going to be the crazy old granny when my brother's children grow old. Heck, I'm already her, just without the silk blouses and the smoking. In a way I somewhat aspire to become that, as it seems it would be well within possibility, and on another hand, no matter how many novels I read or movies I see, the same thing always holds true for this particular character; they drink heavily and know more about real life than anyone else in the family. That being said, they almost always have a great deal of tragedy within their own, or hold great gief.
Somehow I don't think that's what I want for myself - To live a life of fabulous mistakes and regrets. I don't have much to regret right now, or at least not anything of importance, and I would very much like to keep it that way. Although I'm more than willing to make the mistakes. Ya gotta learn boudaries somewhere - and lord knows my family didn't teach me much about the real world or the people in it, so I have to learn it for myself. Mistake after fucked up mistake.
I was talking to Pat not long ago, and I was saying to him, I'm at the point where the average lonely persone would say to themselves that they need to fall in love. Thinking to themselves that's what's missing in their lives. I've accepted being single and somewhat lonely as a part of who I am and who I have become. I AM that wonderfully whitty and perfectly conversational persone whom you want to always invite out to dine or drink. Unfortunately when I attend these things everyone is married, engaged or at the very least seriously sleeping with someone. I can only imagine me bringing everyone I was sleeping with to a dinner party ?! Now that would be something to behold. I could almost charge admission for people to attend.
As an alternative to having a +1, I was thinking of self fulllfilment in some way. Or learning to better ascert myself for myself, since I usually ascert for other people and to my own detriment. So something like kick boxing was an option. I would get fit, and learn a valuable skill, and also get some disciplined training of some sort, and I think it might teach me focus. Not to mention add to the long list of reason why people should fear me. But that's another story.
