Friday, September 9, 2011
("A Christmas Story" best kid getting bummed about Christmas movie ever)
Do you remember as a kid, getting so excited about Christmas? The first piping of the tunes in the department stores made you look to your parents, hoping the subliminal message penetrated their preoccupied minds. There was hope about everything and wishes and big dreams. I was going to be a Charlie's angel, a cartographer, archaeologist and fashion model/movie star. There was no ceiling on dreams. Then, someone invariably came along and gave you underwear on December 25th or told you how you could never be a movie star because only one in a million ever make it. You need a REAL career!
So, you get a real career and then you are forgotten until time to evaluate your production. So, there you are in your cubicle making widgets and answering to the corporate mass like a whipping boy. You know those dreams? You still stubbornly hold onto them. "Some day, I'm gonna tell them to take this job and shove it up their ass!" Folks tell you that you should find your happiness in relationships, not the money-making job, so you do a little dating and find someone you might just want to spend your life with. Maybe there is hope yet!
("Meet the Parents" Best ever meeting the future in-laws movie ever)
She seems ideal; sexy, funny, interested in what you have to say. Then, dark secrets begin to rain on that dream. Her brother is in prison. Her mother has a pill popping issue. Her dad? Well, the last three boyfriends he scared from the premises by insisting on talking to them while wearing his tighty whities. Once again, you're feeling like the only sane person in an insane world.
Well, it's true, we're all underdogs our whole lives. Circumstances put upon us, people interfere with our goals, times change, dreams collapse. Still, we're in good company. After all, it happens to all of us. Even celebrities can't seem to find happiness in love and often resort to doing horrible movies just for cash.
So, next time you're feeling kind of sorry for yourself, just remember this. It could be worse. You could be this dude with the Swingline stapler and book of matches....
("Office Space" best damn corporate comedy ever!)
**No Lonely on a Fright Night tonight. I'm actually going out on the town and hitting Spirit Halloween Store--hope to report back!**
at 11:43 AM