I was hitting other blogs a couple of days ago and read a post by a gal who was talking about the movie, "Reality Bites" (I am really sorry that I don't have a link to this blog as I don't recall which one it was. I really do need to pay attention better.)
Anyway, she was saying how when the movie came out she was in junior high and how cool she thought the whole grown-up reality thing was. Well, now she is grown up and she is discovering that this is her reality and well, it's starting to bite.
This got me to thinking about my own movie.
I realized when I was about 22-ish that "St. Elmo'S Fire" wasn't as cool in my twenties as it had been when I was a pre-teen. Why? Cause you eventually have to leave college, grow-up, and get a job. More than likely a Corporate America soul sucking job which will suck away your identity and force you to stay there because of the money and benefits. (or, you eventually do what I did and leave the CA job and take a huge (huge) pay cut, but get your soul back. And I am actually able to get my ass out of bed in the morning without counting to see when the last sick day I took was to see if I am going to get written up. Again.)
You can't go out like you use to. Oh, you can pretend to. You can act like you can still stay out all night and go to work the next day, but it ain't pretty. And you are tired. And it is written all over your face.
Eventually your friends will leave, move on.
The relationships will end that you thought never would.
The crowd at your favorite hang-out will change. Or close down. Or the bar will change.
Things change. Sometimes this is a good thing, sometimes not so much.
So, "St. Elmo's Fire" is my movie. What's yours?
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I don't have one. I'm better now at 29 than I've ever been. Sure I could drop a pound or 2... dozen, but that's a small change compared to the kid I was 10 years ago.
There isn't anything I could do then that I can't do better now. I'd even consider myself an expert at a thing or two.
i would have to say that my movie is either 200 cigarettes (a really cheesy b-movie with an all star cast) or Soul Survivors (kinda horror movie, but somehow i really relate to it)
i would have to say that my movie is either 200 cigarettes (a really cheesy b-movie with an all star cast) or Soul Survivors (kinda horror movie, but somehow i really relate to it)
While I agree with Will (which I actually do more than I admit), your post got me thinking... and I think my movie would be "Field of Dreams"
As I get older, I'm becoming more of a, and a better 'friend' to my father, and away from a parent-son relationship.
Someday before it gets too late, I'm going to pick him up, stick him in the car, start driving, and not tell him where we're going. Then we're going to go to that cheezy field, play catch, and come home.
Sappy, huh?
Will: I agree I wouldn't go back either. I love being where I am right now. However, I was referring to more of the fantasy of what you thought life would be, or being grown-up to the reality of it.
Aeroaangel: I love teh cheese of 200 cigaretts. Never heard of the other.
Kuflax: not sappy at all, that's actually quite nice. It's funny how we can relate and see our parents in a different light as we get older. And I've been to the field of dreams. It's pretty cool. High on the cheese factor, but cool
I love that movie. I often quote Andrew McCarthy..."It ain't easy being me". I love your blog!
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