Lest you think I walk around with sunshine floating out of my ears each and every day, let me assure you, I do not. Clouds park themselves over my house, just as surely as they swing by your place from time to time. And, like you, I’m not so crazy about those cloudy days.
That little Morton’s Salt girl really knew her stuff, didn’t she? “When it rains, it pours” is often all too true. For instance, I was wavering between “eh” and “yeah” yesterday morning. Then my car wouldn’t start (even though I have a new battery). Then the world lost a Beastie Boy. Then I was cold. (I know this one’s weak-sauce, but being cold on a lovely L.A. day makes no sense, and so it bummed me out further.) Add into the mix my lack of identity or life-purpose and you’ve got yourself a real poop-y concoction in a big steaming cup. With someone else’s lipstick on the rim. What the hell, man?
My friend Gwendlyn reassured me, reminding me all these feelings and situations are only temporary. I know she’s right. Still, God and I don’t wear the same make of watch. So I have no idea how long “temporary” might actually be.
Anyway, sorry for whining. I really am. Maybe when I see “Marvel’s The Avengers” today I’ll perk up. There’s nothing like a summer popcorn movie to point one’s toes in the direction of life.
Yes, I’m being facetious. And also a little – ridiculously – hopeful. Guess I’m not too far gone, eh?