Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Shameless
I've hit a new low, and oh how the shame burns.
Last night I went to see the new(ish) Twilight movie Eclipse. And man, was I excited. I had the best time. But before the movie I looked around and realized that there I was, a 30-year-old woman, sitting alone at a teen movie.
I could have been shamed into leaving. But that's not how I roll. Instead I dug deeper into my pretzel-and-nacho-cheese snack and settled in gleefully for the previews.
Oh yeah. It was good. It was just about everything I had hoped for. But unfortunately it seems to have set me back about fifteen years. I was supposed to be job-hunting (again) today, or practicing, or meditating, or any number of the useful things I've been doing with my time. Instead I woke up and found I couldn't do anything but watch the first Twilight video.
But that's not enough. My newly-young, teenaged, hormone-riddled heart demands more. I have about $50 to my name, and I just used a significant portion of it driving around town looking for the cheapest New Moon movie.
Oh, I got it. And as soon as I am done with this post (and there have been lots of mistakes cause I'm speeding though it just as fast as I can) I'm gonna watch it. And it will be good.
Oh, Jacob and Bella...I know I'm supposed to be learning through Buddhism that the pleasures of this world are not real, and that if we can give up the craving we can be truly happy. But love is so bitterly sweet. How can we not crave it?
So just for today I'm going to give in to the craving of this world. I'm going to pretend I'm a teenager and swoon over this silly story. And it's going to be awesome.
And I'm out of money, so for the love of Jeebus if somebody has the books and is willing to lend them to me CALL ME NOW.
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Don't worry - I'm embarrased enough FOR THE BOTH OF US
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm not worried!
ReplyDeleteGood God, Em....I'm slightly disturbed, but appreciated the laugh. Very impressed with your superimposed head shot (what's superimposed...?)
ReplyDeleteyou're not a 30-year-old woman. you're a 30-year-old-little-girl. like i'm a 30-year-old-boy. some souls (ours) weren't intended for maturity, learning, growth. our souls were made for ice cream and reese's peanut butter cups.
ReplyDeleteWell-said, Diego. Well-said.
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