A trend among friends and acquaintances that at some point we all have experienced - What makes us "wook pa nub in all de wong paces?"
Earlier today Rachel posted about how, of late, she's been Miss Social Butterfly (not her name, but one I feel inclined to bestow). We talked Saturday night. I was out walking the streets of New York, and she was home at around the time where she was starting to feel antsy and like she should be out and about and all up in it; on the scene, primped and preened ...
(Okay. She didn't say all that, but I'm listening to Kanye West and suddenly I felt like rhyming and playing with words.)
Anyway, it struck me because I recalled one time when we spoke and our roles were reversed, and I thought about the previous week or so when everyday she'd be like, "What are you doing tonight? I'm doing this, this, this and this," and I remember feeling like "Damn, I need to get out more."
That led me to ask, "But out where? How?" and perhaps most importantly, "Why?"
It's something when you realize that you are finally in the place where you want life and love on your own terms, and it's a matter of living it fully each day and owning up to it really. It's certainly not as easy as I thought it would be - being honest with oneself - and by no means am I where I need to be just yet; however, I can say that my days of going out just for the sake of going out are so nearly over; my sure-here's-my-number-because-this-is-a-number's-game schtick is over, too.
I can no longer afford to place myself in settings where I keep looking at my watch wondering if I've served my time yet. There seriously is nothing wrong with people like me who actually like sitting back and just shooting some bull, tossin' back some beverages, listening to tunes ... just chillin'. I like to go out, and it's not that I have an aversion to it, but I seriously have GOT to find places to go out to that are in line with how I like to chill.
I feel certain that there are plenty of places where you can go out and still feel like you're at home. I think this is the main reason why I miss the south - porches. What's a better hangout joint than a porch?
My mom, ever so loving and simultaneously brutally honest, capped this conversation with, "Girl, trust your gut. There's enough there to trust so you shouldn't be having any problems."
She poked me like I was the Pillsbury Doughboy, which was fine. I laughed because her timing was impeccable, she's right and it was funny and is funny how her delivery, her tone and everything continue to come around.
I don't trust this numbers game bidness at all. It's all about the quality over the quantity, which is why speed dating would never work, and that smarmy smiley man from match.com gives me the heebie-jeebies.
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I can't contain myself, the recent release of Pride & Prejudice is just too good, y'all. I know by now you've all gotten personal "get thee to the theater" messages of some sort, but seriously, what are you waiting on?
This recent version just proves that a great story is timeless and oh so very necessary to delightfully hopelessly romantic hearts like mine. Girls, I tell you, and y'all know how I loves me some Colin Firth, but this new fella, Matthew McFadyen's Darcy, damn near eclipses Colin's Darcy.
I left the theater and smiled for three hours afterward. I'm still smiling just thinking about watching the love story unfold. Even though I knew they'd end up together, it was beautiful to watch him get closer and closer to professing his love to Miss Elizabeth Bennett, and at the end when he finally, totally tells it, he says love three times and it seriously sounded like his heart was bursting to tell her. Well done, man. With all the fog and morning dew drifting across the brilliantly shot English countryside, watching the sun rise on a love finally requited, I made a mental note to check airfares when I got home. Derbyshire is purty.
I'm not sure what exactly I want to say about having seen this movie and what it means (maybe I'll come back to it soon), other than that I obviously am love starved - but so was the entire theater. People collective sighed y'all, at the very end, when Mr. Darcy welcomed his wife home with a series of tender kisses ... so sweet. Fade to black, and these ladies behind me just cooed, and the husbands said, "That was actually good. I'm awake."
Telling my mom all about how great the movie was, she chuckled reminding me of how I always become so absorbed by a book or a movie for a few weeks afterwards. Seriously, I am not even present; my longing for another world is so great that I'm threatening to reopen the pages of Jane Austen ...
I would, but I know I won't finish it before this Friday. This weekend, I'mma smuggle me in a pimped out goblet of something to get my Harry Potter on.
Quidditch anyone?