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john mcgaraghan
really growing on me
Last night it was "get busy living or get busy dying, that's Goddamn right." Ouch. That movie hurts. Really makes you feel like a lazy bastard for even sitting there watching the movie. It screams "Get the fuck out of your seat and go make something of your life while you can!". So, naturally, I finished the movie, grabbed my New York Times off the door step and plotted the next morning's stock prices.
Then, tonight, it was "white supremicist learns his ways". Oy vey.
I feel another Dead Poets Society viewing coming up shortly.
So, the damn milenium-but-not-really milenium gets closer and closer. T-minus 15 days. We're all tired of the media coverage, so we've moved past this. Still, something about it seems significant, almost errie, like this should all mean something.
Lots of stuff seems to mean something lately. And yet I'm growing more comfortable with this new phase in life...shedding some of the youthful energy for mature adulthood. Weird. Weird to not have the energy to go out to bars yet the desire to go. Weird to get bugged when you listen to '80's stations and yet always turn to them. Weird when you talk about doing crazy things but no longer do them. Common sense is my greatest enemy these days.
It's hard to decide if these changes are good or bad. On the one hand, I'm growing, I'm taking responsibility. I'm gaining perspective on the patterns and hills and valleys of life. On the other hand, I'm getting really fucking boring. And I'm starting to think that boring is cool.
Oh, the confusion and uncertainty. Oh, the miraculous things that have happened in my life! Oh, how I see things as I've never seen them before!
Not good. Not bad. Just different.
Oh captain, my captain.