“Today, I’m going to nurture my inner martyr.” I don’t know who wrote this, I’m just sorry it wasn’t me. It’s the perfect description of my mindset…but in a humorous way.
My sense of humor has always been self-deprecating. People are always telling me to stop to putting myself down, but I say if we can’t laugh at ourselves, our foibles, then life is too serious and perhaps a bit sad as well. I believe that being kind to others is of the utmost importance, but using yourself as a target of ire or cynicism is okay…who am I hurting that way? I’m not hurting myself. I know the truth about myself. I have good traits and bad ones. If I dwell on the good ones too much my head swells to the size of a ripened melon…better to see myself as I am, a person who struggles with a myriad of things, just like everyone else I know.
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There is nothing like sitting in a darkened theater, munching popcorn, watching the trailers roll and knowing that you are about to be transported away from the mundane things of life and into a world where the possibilities are endless. I A-D-O-R-E going to the movies!
Last night, Rachel went with me to see Midnight in Paris, the new Woody Allen movie which I thoroughly enjoyed. You can read a review of the movie
here. I’d encourage you to go if it sounds like your cup of tea. My point in bringing it up is to recount to you what happened afterwards.
After spending 2 hours walking along the streets of Paris with the characters in the movie, Rachel and I walked out of the theater, happily chatting about our day (it was my birthday and she and the children picked me up at work, took me to a middle eastern restaurant for lunch and then we met again in the evening to see the movie, my request). It was a great birthday, perfect for me.
The night was lit by the silvery light of a full moon. Even though the day had been a scorcher; the night was comfortably warm with a wonderful breeze. We talked for a few minutes, I hugged her and we said our final good nights and happy birthdays, then I left her at her car and I continued walking to mine, thinking what a fine night it was, remembering the scenes of Paris at night, comparing those magical scenes to my own in a favorable way…until I realized that the lights of Paris at night in no way compare to the well lit Wal-Mart parking lot which was where my car was parked.
I just have to say…when a movie makes a Wal-Mart parking lot feel magical and romantic, then that is movie magic at its best.
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Ever see anything that makes you ask "Why?" The scene below did it for me.
I want to know how this happened. Did someone get tired of their feet hurting, open a window and toss out an offending pair of shoes? Did a spouse resent the fact that their partner had spent money on another pair of shoes when something else was needed? Did someone tie a pair of tennis shoes together, stand in the street and throw them into the air to see what might happen? Were they dropped from a small engine plane as it flew overhead?
How did this happen? How did those shoes get there?
Inquiring minds want to know!
And that folks is the extent of my wandering thoughts for now.
