Friday, September 23, 2005

I'll take you for a walk to the other side, and we can get high and enjoy the ride


I can bounce things off you, right? Even if I'mma broken record, you'll bear with me a little, won't you? It's probably because my work was insanely busy this week, and with minimal satisfaction, that I am once again feeling like I have to make a break. ALL WEEK I've been fantasizing about selling my house, selling my car, quitting my job and just taking off. Liquidate muthafucka. Then I'd spin the big globe I have here in my den (one of those on a stand like you had in grade school with the compass on it and the mountain ranges are raised up...love!) and stab it. See where I land. I'd give myself a mulligan if that spot was unappealing, of course. Just kick around Europe and Asia (or maybe Utah...) until the cash runs out. As long as I'm dreaming, I'm also thinking I should do this with an intelligent guy. He's witty, too. Oh, and he has a hot mouth. Like Dane says, "Dream, you fucking dreamers". I'm getting old. It's not practical to do this. It's unwise. It's unsafe. It's ill-advised. It's my only hope? Thanks for listening.

8 comments:

sar said...

When you get hit by a car, sometimes your shoes will fly off; sometimes your pants will come off. But I was not fortunate enought to see the pants portion . . . on this strike.

Wouldn't you be lucky to see a boy get hit by a car and have his pants fly off? Wouldn't we all.

Michael said...

I just love everything about the way he tells that, including the Twistee cone.

Maggie said...

I am always in awe of people who can do that sort of thing. My aunt felt like she wasn't making any personal headway here, under the umbrella of my grandparents and family, so she sold all of her stuff except her car and drove away...to San Diego. Then she made a life there. Just like that. I don't know how people do that. I don't think I could, on my own.

However, even though my whole life and family is here, if Jeremy got a job that required relocation, I'd totally pack us all up and move without a moment's hesitation. I'd love it, in fact. I get really homesick though. We just moved a scant 45 minutes away from my parents (where we lived in the basement for a few years) and I cried for a week with sickness when we got here. But I got over it. I can do it again.

The Other Andrew said...

If you need to add to your globe trotting itinery sweet pea, come and have some fun Down Under!

I've moved cities a couple of times, (here, back there, then back here again). I've never sold up everything though, in both cases I schlepped it all to and fro at great expense. I battle between still being really attached to all my stuff and wanting to simplify my life and just ditch it all.

The Other Andrew said...

PS. On the topic of global wandering, don't forget - you, me and a certain Occulus have a date sometime. Viva Italia!

Ciao bello.

Michael said...

Maggie, yeah, packing up and hitting the road is a scary prospect. Notice how I'm all about the talking and not doing?

Me, you and a gaping hole. Consider it a date, A.

The Other Andrew said...

I thinking the term 'gaping' just takes that comment to the next level, don't you?

Michael said...

It adds an echo!