Friday, February 13, 2009

jason .... round ninety two.

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Seriously with another Jason movie? Ya gotta be joking. Why do people watch that stuff?? How many times has Jason died, I mean I know of at least one. He got his head cut off. But for some reason, he managed to make it back to the box office. What I think is funny is that they released it right before Valentines Day, most likely in the hope that people will take their Valentines to see the new Jason movie. No lie, my BF would love to go. I said no way. We are sitting on the couch and gonna watch sappy love movies. It's Valentines Day after all!! (He doesn't know this yet either. I imagine that this will go over like a fart in church, but what baby wants, baby freaking gets.) Anyhow, I had some free time on my hands at work (shocking, I know) and so my mind started to work in a funny way. Which it does after a night of cocktails, tuaca, and an odd no... VERY ODD chain of events. The hungover hamster is pretty insightful. So I was thinking about VDAY and JASON, and here's what I came up with.

AHEM.

Love is like Friday the 13th.

We put ourselves out there and love and trust someone, and they cut our head off. But we manage to go back for more. It's ridiculous. I mean really, it's not fair. In this world where it's every man for himself, we crave a hand to hold and a heart to share. We love someone even more when they hurt us. We forgive the unforgiveable, we overlook the indiscretions, we hang on to the edge with our bleeding fingers trusting that another human being will save us from our own self, and give us a reason to live. There is absolutely zero, if not negative, logic in that whole process. It's dumb and idiotic.

I have a friend who has a heart and soul that seriously belongs to this guy that she once upon a time couldn't breathe without. Life happened, and they aren't together anymore, but every time either one of them dates someone, the rest of us stand there and scratch our heads. They are like Mickey and Minnie, Kermit and Miss Piggy, Bonnie and Clyde. You get the picture. We all hope they hold out for each other.

I have THREE friends from high school who have parents that were married for thirty plus years, and are now divorced.

I have a patient who is currently working on marriage number FIVE.

The super crazy part? None of these people would take back their love life experiences. My friend says she would do it all again, even knowing that there would be unbearable pain, my friends parents say that were blessed to share their life with someone for thirty years as most people don't get that opportunity, my patient says that most people only have one great love and she's had five.

There's no rhyme or reason. None. So I'm just gonna hang out here on the ledge with the rest of humanity and keep the faith... because obviously there is really something to this love thing. I'm just hoping the reward really is worth the risk.

Maybe we will just go see the new Friday the 13th movie after all. I think what Jason really needs is to be loved. Jason needs a girlfriend. Hang in there buddy, I'm sure your soulmate is just around the corner.

P.S. I just got off the phone with a patient who called me "kiddo". Awesome.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

SHHHHHHHHH

I am in love with this weekend. I am camped out at my parents house, and haven't had to answer the phone (except to talk to my sweet face man) and besides MAB, I haven't talked to anyone excpet Piper. I've danced around the house with my Mint Julep mask on, listening to Lady Gaga as loud as the speakers will let me (I'm somewhat of a closet fan), and I've spent too much time on the internet reading up on all the latest makeup reviews on makeupalley.com. Life is good. I'm having dinner, brews, and too many laughs with my favorite ATC on the planet and his extra fun wife. I CAN'T WAIT.

Yesterday I ran into someone that I used to be super duper psycho head over for... We ran into each other at Q.T and he was holding the door open for the worker lady to take the trash out, and as I walked up, he says, "Oh wow, how are you?" I said "Amazing" and just walked through the door. Funny thing is that I actually meant it. I actually am AMAZING. I didn't even care that I ran into the CHUMP (for you Ry) and didn't care how he's doing or what he's up to these days.

FF about eight hours later, I see the old fuzzball at the same dang place he is every night of the week he doesn't have to work. I made eye contact and just turned around. The only person I cared to talk to in that whole entire establishment was holding my left hand, and I realized for the first time of the five million that I've been in that place, I felt calm and love. NO DRAMA, no question marks. Just safe, just happy.

I keep thinking this is a dream. I keep thinking any second someone is gonna dump a bucket of ice water over my head, open the trap door, or pull the rug out. Then I realize that this is a choice. It's a choice to say goodbye to misery and hello to life. I am exactly where I want to be.

2/7/09. It's a good day.