I’m a fan of the unquestioningly bold and bullshit driven personality type. People who are built to commit acts both loud and lewd with gusto and pride, if nothing else, provide much entertainment. Particularly when the yarn they spin wrt their exploits isn’t especially based on reality.
I’m writing this as I listen to the crackle of my fireplace and feel its warm glow on my face, and occasionally warm my hands in its heat which are frozen from the 20lb turkey that’s thawing in my sink. Tonight I’ve been cleansing my apartment and my soul in preparation for Sunday’s pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving and, I think, in preparation for moving a little further away from my past. Tonight I purged myself of over 10 years of love notes, trinkets, mementos, keepsakes, and reminders of relationships long past… all given over to the flames.
“You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.”
– Dr. Seuss, Oh, the places you’ll go!
Just as the good doctor says, only you can tell the places you’ll go. This fall brings for me that event that almost every high school (the musical?) graduate loves or loathes: the 10 year high school reunion. Plans have been made, R’s have been SVP’d, and I’m not part of them. But the thought of where we’ve all gone in the last 10 years got me thinking.