A new day...a new perspective.
Today I'm indulging myself in beautiful things...yeah, that's right, you heard a dude say that. I've been getting floored with ugly things of late...dark, heinous philosophical things, and it's time for some whimsey...I'm bringing home flowers...I'm doodling in my little pocket sketchbook all day long...I'm listening to lots of music...my lunch will be something I have to sit down with to eat...I'm willing the sky to be blue and the sun to be shining. Yup, today will be about soaking myself in beautiful things.
There's enough ugly to go around the world thirty-seven times over, and I'm growing weary of it. I think it's about time that I managed it differently. I want my days to find some charm...I'd like it if I could manage some myself, through all sorts of scenarios...I'd like surround myself with things that remind me that Zoey sees the world a lot differently that the rest of us do. It shouldn't take her to remind me of that.
Where does a guy start? I dunno...I'll try a hot shower, one that I linger over, and then maybe a relaxed wind up into the day...some good coffee...a long, thoughtful drive with the sun on my shoulders and my favorite sunglasses on the planet resting gently on my nose...those same sunglasses I wrestled from the very depths of my guilt and better judgement in Hawaii but since the salesperson spoke only Japanese I pretended that it was okay to spend $100 on shading the sun from my eyes. I will allow myself to enjoy the confidence I've earned, both in myself and from others. I won't question that. I'll do everything that I'm supposed to do and then more, because I can, because I'm better than any lesser effort. I'll discover new music, and I'll play the same song over and over no less then fifty times. I'll find someone to talk to who doesn't necessarily do such a thing very often, and yes, I'll buy flowers.
Today is going to feel like the soundtrack to Amelie...and that's cool whether you're a dude or not. You know what? I might even buy pencils.
There's enough ugly to go around the world thirty-seven times over, and I'm growing weary of it. I think it's about time that I managed it differently. I want my days to find some charm...I'd like it if I could manage some myself, through all sorts of scenarios...I'd like surround myself with things that remind me that Zoey sees the world a lot differently that the rest of us do. It shouldn't take her to remind me of that.
Where does a guy start? I dunno...I'll try a hot shower, one that I linger over, and then maybe a relaxed wind up into the day...some good coffee...a long, thoughtful drive with the sun on my shoulders and my favorite sunglasses on the planet resting gently on my nose...those same sunglasses I wrestled from the very depths of my guilt and better judgement in Hawaii but since the salesperson spoke only Japanese I pretended that it was okay to spend $100 on shading the sun from my eyes. I will allow myself to enjoy the confidence I've earned, both in myself and from others. I won't question that. I'll do everything that I'm supposed to do and then more, because I can, because I'm better than any lesser effort. I'll discover new music, and I'll play the same song over and over no less then fifty times. I'll find someone to talk to who doesn't necessarily do such a thing very often, and yes, I'll buy flowers.
Today is going to feel like the soundtrack to Amelie...and that's cool whether you're a dude or not. You know what? I might even buy pencils.
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Do yourself a favour and pick up The Falcon Lake Incident by Jim Bryson and The Weakerthans. Then after you've worn that album out, pick up Jim's earlier, and equally amazing Where the Bungalows Roam.
And then… When you're really ready for something get: Shane Koyczan:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4265521858111778809#
And wash it all down with this guy Dan Mangan and his album Nice, Nice, Very Nice.
Shit that will move you – but in the good way.
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