Divorce and Picture Frames
I went to a colleague's house for a rousing night of gaming. Apparently, unbeknown to me, he was having marital spats and is getting divorced. I wondered why half his house was packed but didn't say anything. The, "faux pas," of the evening came to the picture frames. A bunch of the picture frames were hanging around the house without pictures in them, something I noticed about half way through the evening. Then, I asked why they had picture frames without pictures and he told me, "That's what happens when you get divorced." I responded, "Oh... I was thinking that it was, for lack of a better word, art." That got a good laugh. But seriously, who would just take the pictures and leave the frames? And not only that, leave them hanging on the wall! There was no pattern, just a few empty picture frames and then nothing.
I should look into frames for my posters. People tell me that now, as a home owner, I should try and be more sophisticated. But why be sophisticated when tape works just fine? I don't know. This is definitely a bachelor pad, but is that such a bad thing? It reeks of my style and I love it: The NES gun hanging on the wall, the posters in French and Russian and the random trinkets which litter the shelves, it all says me. It is one of the things I would fear moving in with someone; losing the amount of me in the house. Things like the colors of the bedroom walls I know would go (come on... I know people normally don't like purple and dark green with black blackout drapes) but the rest... feels harder to get rid of. For me, the closer you get to the bedroom, the more that could change. I don't want the outer appearance to change but the inner is flexible when you get to the heart of the house. Maybe it is like the heart of the person.
I should look into frames for my posters. People tell me that now, as a home owner, I should try and be more sophisticated. But why be sophisticated when tape works just fine? I don't know. This is definitely a bachelor pad, but is that such a bad thing? It reeks of my style and I love it: The NES gun hanging on the wall, the posters in French and Russian and the random trinkets which litter the shelves, it all says me. It is one of the things I would fear moving in with someone; losing the amount of me in the house. Things like the colors of the bedroom walls I know would go (come on... I know people normally don't like purple and dark green with black blackout drapes) but the rest... feels harder to get rid of. For me, the closer you get to the bedroom, the more that could change. I don't want the outer appearance to change but the inner is flexible when you get to the heart of the house. Maybe it is like the heart of the person.