Ode to Narcissism

Here's to morning coffee...

I love starting my weekends in this fashion… coffee from my oversized coffee cup and a heavy film that makes me empathize with a plight I’ll probably never experience first hand (Mondays in the Sun).

Jess keeps sending me pictures via text message of the Liberty Bell, since she’s in good ol’ Philidelphia with that guy she’s dating. Wish I could be there. Why can’t I meet a guy that’ll take me traveling and give me the time to explore the places on my own? Well, probably because I have one, and he can take me traveling, but it’ll be in the back of a tour van and I’ve got to work. And we know it’s only a matter of time til we part ways.

Work. Mondays in the Sun has a good point: Work dictates so much of our lives (or, in the film, lack of work). It has an impact on everything. We don’t all get to live “the good life.”

Most of us are not lucky enough to be able to leisurely spend money and live life in a pure, “artistic” fashion. We can’t afford a Marc Jacobs wardrobe or a fucking condo in the big city. It would be nice, but that’s just not the way things work.

If I could, I’d travel everywhere, writing about and photographing everything. I’d meet tons of different people from all over the place, fall into infatuation with a thousand of them, and never stop moving unless I wanted to. But I can’t do this at the moment, and I don’t really know if I’ll ever be able to do this. I hope, wish, dream, strive for this, but that doesn’t mean it’ll happen. With a combination of luck, hard work, and determination, I just might scratch the surface of this desired lifestyle. We’ll have to see.

Today, I’ve got a social engagement. Tonight, the guy wants to see me and the new haircut (superficial, I know, but it’s a big step - the hippy hair is gone, and in place is the faux-Indy ‘do ala Zooey Deschanel prior to Failure to Launch). But for now, the early hours of the morning are mine. And I’m thoroughly enjoying myself. And my morning coffee.