Thursday, March 31, 2011

Morning Mail - 3.31.11

Maggie Murdock: What's your game?
Jamie Randall: My game?
Maggie Murdock: Oh I'm sorry. Right. This is the part where we talk about where we come from and what we majored in in college.
Jamie Randall: You have beautiful eyes.
Maggie Murdock: That's it? That's the best you got?
Jamie Randall: I'm serious. They're beautiful.
Maggie Murdock: Let's go.
Jamie Randall: Excuse me?
Maggie Murdock: You want to close right? You want to get laid?
Jamie Randall: Now?
Maggie Murdock: Oh right, right, right. I'm supposed to act like I don't know if it's right. So then you tell me that there is no right or wrong. It's just the moment. And then I tell you that I can't while actually signalling to you that I can, which you don't need because you're not really listening. Because this isn't about connection for you. This isn't even about sex for you. This is about finding an hour or two of relief from the pain of being you. And that's fine with me, see, because all I want is the exact same thing.
(Source: Love and Other Drugs)

Anne Hathaway and all of her glory!

I admire this movie for so many reasons. I think that there are few people who would stay with someone who was terminally ill. Stay with them and fight with them for the rest of their lives. I know that there are people who would like to think they would, but they probably won’t.

What is it about this situation above though that I wanted to point out? I would have probably never had made it home with her. Why? Because I hate rude women. There’s just a way of not always saying what’s on your mind. She may have been right, but she was dead wrong. And usually, typically, and most likely when a man approaches you, he’s not looking for just sex. Most men are looking for affirmation that you are attracted to him, that he’s able to garner the attraction of women, but he’s really not expecting to bang you out on the first night of meeting you. I’m sure there are some, but the majority just know it’s not likely to happen.

Most people don’t realize the differences between adults and children.

The winter refuses to come to an end. It’s holding on for dear life. I’m hoping this last wave of cold winter air is the last. It’s just so damn hard to pick out clothes in these times. The weather man actually said a few days ago, “OK, jackets in the morning, probably won’t need them at noon, but make sure you bring your umbrella for the commute home.”

What in the hell?

This past weekend I was on the Metro and I was looking out the window as my train passed Rhode Island Ave. to Brookland-CUA and thinking about whether I would ever leave this city. As a little background, my mother grew up in a house back there and you can see it from the train. It’s like a constant memory of where I’m from in this city. And I look at the street signs that have most letters than most cities do and I thought, “I really don’t have to.” I’m sure this would be different if I hadn’t spent significant time in other cities, or if I had only stayed in one area in Washington, DC, but the truth of the matter is that I’m very much different than most people who stay in DC their whole lives. I’ve been able to tap into the city, 100% during my life. I’m not in the hood, nor in Upper NW, I’m in both. I can slang with Howard University graduates just as much as I can hang with Georgetown grads. I understand the politics in this town both city and federal. I have watched the conundrum that is to live in DC, MD or VA. In short, I’m not still in Riggs Park, I’m just from Washington, DC. I could see myself never leaving and I’d be okay with that.

Truth be told, I’m not lying when I say I will have a place for folks to crash at for the World Cup in 2014.

I’m reaching out to the cleaning lady today while at work and hoping this place doesn’t look like this when I get home today. If not, that’s going to put a damper on my plans this weekend. Do you know how hard it is to motivate in a house that’s not completely clean? It’s so hard when you have to answer that question, “Where is my…?”

Control speculation and never be a victim of it.

“You learn in this business: If you want a friend, get a dog.” - Carl Icahn

Life is good. God is good.

Let me go to work and find out why this dude left the office in the middle of us doing something together yesterday.

1 comment:

redlady821 said...

"I think that there are few people who would stay with someone who was terminally ill. Stay with them and fight with them for the rest of their lives. I know that there are people who would like to think they would, but they probably won’t".

I talk about this with my friends all of the time. I always picture Christopher Reeve's wife. I know she was PISSED that he fell off of that horse and broke his neck (especially after playing Superman). He was in a wheelchair that he had to manuever with a gadget in his mouth. I always pictured her listening out for the electronic whirrrr of that chair coming down the hallway and her saying to herself *damn, here comes THIS motherf**

It also makes me consider how when you say your marriage vows you say "in sickness and in health, til death do you part". You think yeah, if he catches a cold, I will bring him soup and Tylenol, I can do that...but you're never thinking TERMINAL, never thinking CHRONIC and if you did you would hesitate before you say those words all googlie eyed while wearing your white dress and holding your bouquet of flowers.

Shit is real. It's realer than real. Take heed yunno?

OK, I'm finished.