baby, the show must go on
I've been listening to John Barrowman's autobiography (read by the man himself) while I work and my god. I think I'm in love. Like, seriously. Even more than before. The man is fucking amazing and I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes because it is so awesome that he is out there in the world being him.
And then I feel silly 'cause, yes, John Barrowman's autobiography pretty much made me cry. I think it's kind of like how stories about the Berlin Wall coming down or great adventurers like Sir Edmund Hillary always make me cry. And then just thinking about Sir Edmund now and his first words to the first person he saw after he and Tenzing Norgay reached the top of Everest [Well, George, we knocked the bastard off.] are making me tear up again. I mean just, the awesomeness of him, like in the real sense of the word even.
'Cause the world is so cynical, you know, and I am so cynical and sometimes I loose the thread of what it's really all about. I am happy (or at least amusingly snarky) but a lot of the time I'm just sitting here bitching even if it is largely good natured bitching. And then there are people who are just out there like "this is life and this is what we've got and this may be all there is and I'm going to do something great with it." And it's inspiring and it makes me think "oh, right that's what it's really all about," and "this life I've got going on is really pretty damn awesome mind addling work stress and all." And then I feel kind of in love with everything and want to hug everyone.
Just like that line in that Snow Patrol song: and then the flood gates opened up and I fell in love with everyone I saw. Yeah, like that.
(And the most amusing thing, to me, about this is that I was totally frustrated with work and feeling overwhelmed and annoyed with everything before I listened to the audiobook. John Barrowman cures stress and annoyance, you heard it here first).
And then I feel silly 'cause, yes, John Barrowman's autobiography pretty much made me cry. I think it's kind of like how stories about the Berlin Wall coming down or great adventurers like Sir Edmund Hillary always make me cry. And then just thinking about Sir Edmund now and his first words to the first person he saw after he and Tenzing Norgay reached the top of Everest [Well, George, we knocked the bastard off.] are making me tear up again. I mean just, the awesomeness of him, like in the real sense of the word even.
'Cause the world is so cynical, you know, and I am so cynical and sometimes I loose the thread of what it's really all about. I am happy (or at least amusingly snarky) but a lot of the time I'm just sitting here bitching even if it is largely good natured bitching. And then there are people who are just out there like "this is life and this is what we've got and this may be all there is and I'm going to do something great with it." And it's inspiring and it makes me think "oh, right that's what it's really all about," and "this life I've got going on is really pretty damn awesome mind addling work stress and all." And then I feel kind of in love with everything and want to hug everyone.
Just like that line in that Snow Patrol song: and then the flood gates opened up and I fell in love with everyone I saw. Yeah, like that.
(And the most amusing thing, to me, about this is that I was totally frustrated with work and feeling overwhelmed and annoyed with everything before I listened to the audiobook. John Barrowman cures stress and annoyance, you heard it here first).