I am Jack's paranoia and low self esteem!
I am sad and lost. So I decided to bring in some movies to watch at work tonight. "Well, good for you Tim", I can hear you saying (You being whomever is reading this). "It will be nice for you to watch some nice light comedies to occupy your mind, and distract you from your troubles recently", you say optimistically. "So why did I bring; American Beauty, Annie Hall, Manhattan, and Stardust Memories" I retort whimsically. "Because Tim, you are an unapologetic sap who wallows in his own pathetic angst", says you in a stern voice. "True enough", I reply in my unapologetic way. But, in my defense, (although I need no defense because I am, as aforementioned, 'unapologetic') I'm sure Woody Allen himself would say "Go on, go about living life to the fullest....I'll just set here and watch movies about it". Ba dum cha! Maybe that was more Groucho Marx than Woody? But it kind of loses its effect without the Woody Allen imitation I'm afraid. Plus he's Jewish, and I am technically making money while wallowing in self pity and doubt. So the Jew in him would definitely approve. Ah, if only we could end every conversation on a racial joke. I think we'd all be better people for it. Racism is ok, as long as you hate your own race more than the others ;) Put that shit on a shirt! Late.
:::Update:::
I didn't watch all the movies tonight, I did something productive. Well, not productive at all really, but constructive. It didn't turn out as well as I'd have liked, but it doesn't matter. Maybe it's better it didn't, so I feel like I need to do better next time. I only had time for one movie, and it was American Beauty. I cried like a bitch. Like got choked up cried, not just simple little tears. If I recall correctly there hasn't been a viewing of that movie at which I haven't cried. It had nothing to do with how I've been feeling lately. It's just that movie. I'd probably have to say it's my favorite movie of all time. I don't want to say that but in terms of a film effecting me, it's that movie. I suppose I identified with it, at the time of its release. It spoke to me as a father, I just felt like that was my future. And it still very well could be. Katie's promised to hook me up with the babysitter : (. I guess that is why I cry. I cry so much when Mena Suvari says she's a virgin and you see the look on Kevin Spacey's face. It's life affirming in a way. And then I lose it hardcore when he says he's happy, and smiles, then dies. It's reassuring in a way to me. To think you would die at such a happy moment. That is the best way to go, I can only wish that for us all. Damn you Kevin Spacey.