Sunday Morning Soliloquy - Musings of an Urbanite: It's Later Than You Think

Monday, October 25, 2010

It's Later Than You Think


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I love that statement “It’s Later Than You Think” because regardless of the when, the statement is always correct. I think about it all the time because I feel as though I am always trying to make something happen, whether it is work related or personal, and I also feel as though I am always falling behind. It is always later than I thought, always.

Sunday night in late October, I cannot believe it is late October. I was watching the movie Frida over the weekend and came to the realization that the movie was nine years old. What the hell happened to the ‘00s? I feel like I took a short nap and woke up in another time. What’s even more confusing is that everyone seems to be wearing my clothes from 1987. I walk down the street and I see them wearing my clothes from 7th grade mixed in with my clothes from 5th grade and mis-matched with something I would have worn freshman year in college. It is frustrating. I am excited to see my garments of yesteryear and angry all at the same time.

I loved the fashion of the 80s. Loved it. The 80s were probably the best time for fashion, so I am pleased to see that everything old is new again. But then I am angry because I realize that everything old is new again and that the old includes me. I love the movie Closer with Clive Owen and Natalie Portman. Clive Owen’s character has my favorite line in the movie, he says, “Everything is a version of something else.” And that is the truth. I don’t care who or what it is, it is a version of something that already existed. Especially that Lady Gaga, she is a version of everything that existed before her all wrapped up into one. I added the advertisement below just in case someone reading this was ridiculous enough to purchase those terrible "officially licensed" glasses. I should be able to profit from that sort of non-sense, don't you think that is only fair?



I was thinking earlier tonight, without reproducing a human, without continuing the cycle of life, are you just waiting for another summer, another Christmas, another birthday? I dread winter in Chicago and I am always left thinking about how I will make it through another Chicago winter. Even more than I hate winter, I hate that I must have that thought, why don’t I just live somewhere else? But then, where would I go? Although Chicago is not the best city in the world, it is far better than any city in the United States that has mild winters. Please, don't leave comments with all the wonderful cities that I could consider, I don't care how awesome you think Charlotte is, it's not awesome. It's the opposite of awesome.

I wonder if people with children find themselves waiting for winter to be over? Do they live for landmarks, the holidays, the birthdays just like I do? Or, do their lives have a meaning that transcends the waiting for spring. I can’t know for sure, because if I asked, I’m certain I’d get an answer that I likely wouldn’t believe.
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