So as I was cleaning the poop out of the litter box, my mind wandered to this guy I knew in my early twenties. Had I not worked with him for two years, I never would’ve gotten to know and like him. He was everything opposite from me. He was a frat boy, a clean cut military wannabe who had a bum knee, and he kept a list.
A list, you know? I’m talking a list that, at last count, had gone over the number one hundred, with all the names of the women he had slept with. It was by his bedside for any women to peruse if she so chose.
And first I thought, he sure needed a deep, intimate relationship. Then I thought, I bet now he’s got a wife he adores and never cheats on, with two kids and a nice house in the suburbs.
Then I realized that’s a little poetic. People don’t change in real life as much as they do in fiction. What if he’s a bachelor with a list up to five hundred or a thousand by now? Or what if he’s still waiting tables and flirting with women at the female version of a gentleman’s club? What if he has a wife but that list is still growing?
I have a tendency to write happy endings for people in my mind. All my ex-boyfriends, save one or two, have happy endings. So do my acquaintances.
This is a little crazy, so I was wondering if you guys do it, too?
I feel happy today. I also watched three hours of bad TV yesterday while feeling
sorry for myself. And then I cleaned. I am definitely gaining an appreciation
for cleaning, that’s for sure. It’s like the depression wonder drug!
I’m thinking of cancelling my DirecTV account until the writer’s strike is over.
Is there anything on TV? I mean, yesterday I watched Gossip Girl. Well. The main character, Serena, is striking. It’s hard to take your eyes off of her. She’s got a quality about her. The show itself is crap.
But still I watched.
At City’s Edge by Marcus Sakey is OUT! YAY! And that means my reading crisis is most definitely over. I can’t buy it until February, but I have a feeling I’ll be finishing it while I’m supposed to be writing at Borders. I will definitely buy it, though.
Finally, it occurred to me as I was strolling through Borders today that there are three definite ways to get rich and be wildly successful:
- Do speaking engagements and write a book on how to get rich.
- Do speaking engagements and write a book on how to lose weight.
- Do speaking engagements and write a book on how to be successful.
It strikes me as cheating, a little bit, to go from being poor to getting rich solely by telling others how to get rich. You really don’t have any experience about getting rich, except by way of telling others how to get rich. Which means, unless your followers all want to get rich by telling others how to get rich, what do you really know?
Ditto the successful bit.