I have exactly a month left at WongDoody. I’m excited to move in with Daniel and start school again, but I’m still amazed how deeply I rooted myself in the last 3 months. I’ll undoubtedly miss the doodiers.
I don’t remember the last time I drove around LA at 3am. It’s the strangest time, 3am. By this time, bars are already closed and dry, dealers assume their customers have gotten high from someone else, radio stations are put on autopilot, re-airing what’s been said, sold, and played exactly 12 hours ago. Bakers are putting in one more hour of sleep- commuters, two, students, three, and so on and so forth- until the sun decides to rise just to put a pause on 3am, until 12 hours later, here I find myself, driving down the same street again.
If I were in a movie, this would be the part where I finally realize that I just have to listen to myself, and with this revelation, I’d win some sort of championship that I’ve been training my entire life for. But instead, another realization- that although change is inevitable- to hold tight onto my morals. I used to think that being predictable would be the worst character trait I could possibly have, but I see that it’s better than being empty of beliefs. This sounds like I’m preaching, and I am- to myself, because I know it’s so easy to forget, and my beliefs are the only thing that I want to keep alive, if anything.
I feel like this year was the year of disappointment, and because all of them are small relative to the world’s, it makes me sad that it’s not really a disappointment- but rather another facet of life, and that in itself makes me sad. __ tells me I need to keep going- to just bulldoze through, but I don’t want to be immune to small disappointments- I still want to feel something when I read the news or watch the television. but does that mean I’m wasting my life dwelling on thinking about the trivial? what does this mean I don’t know.
Inspired by Daniel’s Inspiration Friday, I am starting Melpo Thursday. I’ve been getting sick of advertising to the point where my default inlets for inspiration just make me jealous and unhappy that I’m not doing the things other people are. Melpomene is the daughter of Zeus and the muse of tragedy. Every Thursday, I will post people I envy. Starting with Michel de Broin.
If his blog isn’t convincing enough, here’s more proof that Daniel has too much time on his hands:
See the rest of Daniel’s work here.
And I have no idea how to get out of it.
