I was puttering about in my messy office hoping to make a teeny bit more room for upcoming projects. I went downstairs and the boy (D) asked if I'd ever seen The Truman Show. It was just coming on. I never had and I had always wanted to. So I did, while he apparently got bored and went away. It was pretty good but I'm not here to give a review. I'm just randomly appreciating that the real love interest, the cast member who became an outspoken critic of the show, reminded me of Amy.
Not completely. If I really had to find her it would be a cinch. Obviously I never will.
This puts me in mind of another Amy. My second time to Burning Man, I was invited to join a group going out to explore the dance clubs. We walked for miles. I spent the walking time discussing politics with one of the men. I spent the dancing time making space for the young woman who'd instigated the whole thing. She'd dance in her Wonder Woman costume with kindly Uncle Don making sure she was safe while her petulant boyfriend waited outside and smoked with his friends. It was an amazing night. At one club a nice-looking lady closer to my own age saw us and appreciated the girl's beauty (whose name, dammit, I have forgotten) and said to me, while pointing at the floor, wait right here. I got pulled away before she got back. Her name was Amy.
I just remembered I told that story already.
Now it's bedtime. I'll ponder heartthrobs of old and drift asleep, to later be awakened by, or awaken next to, the heartthrob of new and continuous adventure.
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Lately I seem to be swimming in a flood of memories, which is unusual for me. I mean, I always had a good memory, but was more focused on the present and the future. Now, not so much. I hardly think about the future anymore. I don't fantasize about stuff, romance or otherwise. Must be an aging thing. And yes, so often an actor or something in a movie will trigger a giant wave of memory.
I remember back when how you referred to women in your life with initials and there was an A. I don't recall specifics though. There was a G, I think.
I've never seen that show. I've been trying to motivate myself to watch at least a few eps of the most popular shows of the last 10 years so I know wtf people are talking about, but it's hard to stay motivated. I did Portlandia because I'm going there soon.
Memories.
Yesterday or the day before someone visited my blog and went through a number of pages as people sometimes do. They hit the story I had called "Sad" several times. It was a story about when Troy and Rodney got laid off and how sad I was about it ... not so much because they were out of work, but more that what I had grown accustomed to, the fond fun things I would do were now things of the past. I still get those little moments of melancholy memory when I walk near the old pathways that had once lead to their office presences.
I remember the "A" and also the "G". I especially remember the "G" and how deeply that had affected you. Your river runs especially deep and you are blessed/cursed with such empathy that it must hurt you a great deal at times.
The Truman Show was a movie starring Jim Carrey.
Yes. I have way too much of that empathy thing. Though it does help wit de ladeez once they look beneath my handsome exterior and realize there's a person underneath whose eyes are open.
This is the same A (though not Alpha). The deal with G was brief and intense. I guess I don't really need many relationships because I dive so damn deeply.
But do I learn anything? Well, yes, but you can't always tell.
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