Okay, confession, I’m not going to talk about a specific comic book this week.
This is not because I didn’t read one, I did. I read the Batman: RIP series thus far, and several Batman issues leading up to RIP. It’s not laziness. It’s not time mismanagement.
It’s just that I don’t really feel like writing about it.
First of all, because I already did a review of the series for my University’s newspaper, and secondly because I just don’t feel like it.
I hate the “I don’t feel like it” excuse. I “feel” like it’s a cop out. For me, usually, I’m am of the opinion “What does it matter what you feel? It matters what you do. Get off your ass and go do what needs to be done.”
That being said, I’m just not up for it. I probably could, but I won’t.
My best friend is moving away this week. Far, far away. Not to some other galaxy, thankfully, but it may as well be.
I know it won’t be the last time I see her, and I’ll still talk to her and stuff. I am actually going over spring break to visit her, which is going to be absolutely awesome. Better than awesome, actually. And it’s not that I’m really that sad, I’m not. Yes, I’m going to miss her, but it’s not even just that, because I know that people move on and that life is cyclical. So I know our paths will cross and, if not, it will be okay.
I think the problem is that I feel left behind. I want to go with her.
For the first time in my life I wish I had been raised by the cirque du soleil people (I probably misspelled that). If I had, then right about now I’d have my body contorted into some ridiculous pretzel shape and have it fitted neatly into her suitcase. I’ve always wanted to go, to leave this place behind. She is, and I can’t, not just yet.
I know I will, once I’ve finished this school thing. But, right now, it feels so far away and I’m afraid the longer I wait the more likely it is that I will never leave. I need to leave. But I also need to finish what I started. I need to graduate.
So here I am, not stuck, just transitioning. Not trapped, just not where I ultimately want to be. Right now, I really just want to read a comic book, or an old fiction favorite, or maybe a new novel love. I want to hang out in my apartment, alone, listen to my records and curl up in my papasan chair.
But I can’t.
I can’t, because it doesn’t matter what you feel, it matters what you do. And because I believe this I’m going to get off my ass and go do what needs to be done. Mainly, I’m going to go write my stupid lit paper.
And then (I’m about to sound really really pitiful, which I’ll probably regret later because I really just think I’m annoying when I whine), after a sleepless night and lots of coffee and energy drinks, after I go to class and go to work, I’m going to go study for my Shakespeare midterm.
It really is just awesome. And, having written this, I now feel really ridiculous because I should have never have shared this. But, (ready yourself for more pitiful) I have to write this blog for a grade. I have to.
Well, I guess I don’t have to, but I do. So, here is my “feelin’ sorry for molly party,” and I think the party is just about over. I’ve just had my green tea latte, it was quite delicious, and I think I feel a second wind coming on.
So I’m going to go, but before I do, I’m going to recite all of the most ridiculous and awesome pieces of advice I am privy to. Not because they pertain to my life, or the situations I find myself in, but just because they make me smile.
So, here it goes…
Don’t take yourself so damn seriously.
It’s like putting a bull in a china closet, it’s either going to break all the dishes or shit on the floor.
Whatever blows your skirt up or your hair back.
Always follow the three S’s of hygiene. Shave, shit, shower. In that order.
(When referring to a guy with large protruding ears) It’s like watching a taxi cab go down the street with the back doors open. (This really isn’t a saying, but it’s still funny).
No matter how bad you think it’s going to be, just remember, they can’t take away your birthday. – said by a friend who I shall miss dearly.
