On Wednesday night I ventured out for a concert that started after my bedtime. I’m an old lady in that I like to eat dinner early and be in bed by 10pm on a week-night. But, I’m a big fan of Celtic Thunder. They have beautiful voices and aren’t hard on the eyes either. So, when I learned that Ryan Kelly and Neil Byrne were going to be doing a solo (duo?) acoustic show after they stopped in Charlotte on their PBS tour, I knew I wasn’t going to miss it. Continue reading
The earliest I recall being upset by romance in a movie was while sitting in the theater watching The Truth About Cats & Dogs at the tender age of thirteen. I’ve always felt more Janeane Garofalo than Uma Thurman*. Looking back, I long for those days, as I was probably more Uma then than I’ll ever be now.
Since then, over these last thirteen years, I’ve seen plenty more tear jerking, gut flipping, heart breaking, laughter inducing, terribly depressing movies. In fact, I can’t get enough of them. But they are so misleading. In real life, the boy rarely gets the girl and the girl rarely find Prince Charming.
Not to mention the dialog in real life is just lame. I’d prefer to have conversations like the characters in Pushing Daisies, rather than the mediocre mumblings I’m privy to on a daily basis.
I find the more I watch these films, the more discontented I become with my own life. The people I deal with become boring, the places I go are bland, and the things I do are banal. I do not feel like I am living so much as merely existing.
I find that it is so much easier to find 10 things I dislike rather than 10 things I like. This reflects poorly on my state of mind, which I blame entirely on my unhappiness with the place at which I spend over 8 hours at day. Being extremely unhappy at work really tends to spill over into other parts of your life. And it isn’t so much the job that I despise, as it is one of the owners. The owner who has given me his divorce to worry about, who adds more work to what I do and cuts my pay. The owner who doesn’t understand that he mucks rather than clears and who doesn’t understand that the world does not jump just because he says so.