"The Grace" by the Neverending White Lights is fun to cry to, and then to pretend you weren't really crying but were hastily wiping your face to clear away the aftermath of the sudden onslaught of itchy throat cough thing.
I went for a walk to the Davie Street Starbucks at Thurlow. I saw lots of gay people. I talked to one of them named "Rob". He is a screenwriter / short film and documentary producer who has recently moved from the West End to Commercial Drive area. A gay girl asked if anyone wanted a cappucino. I said, "No, thanks." Rob yelled, "Yes!" I told him I came to Starbucks to listen to conversations and to study the peculiar social behaviour of the gays. He told me that when he hit his 40s, he took stock of his life and changed what needed changing - his expectations, his relationships, his underwear, his follow-through with living his values. "I had to deal with the expectations of others -- and there really weren't any expectations that others had for me; the expectations were all in my mind -- but I realized that the universe only wanted for me to make a decision. Just make a decision, and run through the door and play! So I would make a decision, and then the universe would open up for me, and if it wasn't the right decision, then fuck, I would know right away, and other doors would open."
(There must be an angel with a smile on her face.)
Monday, January 02, 2006
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