Perceptions

Was watching Evgeny Plushenko in his routine "Sex Bomb"... still as funny and as awesome as the day I saw it on TV... which would be about six years ago. Amazing. My memories greatly preserved by the power of technology. The funniest thing is you'd never expect a Mr. Burns-lookalike to be so funny. It's like when Dmitry from season two of SYTYCD said, "We Russians aren't allowed to have fun. No, we are. Just kidding." The Russians... when they are cute, they are really cute.

The above paragraph is so peppered with TV analogies. I can't help it. That's all I do. Whenever people ask me what do you do in your spare time (the underlying message is that if I have any) I watch television. The single most awesome invention EVER. There is no denying it. And the thing is, I am not turned off by reruns, so when people are all out there doing their Christmas thing or summer thing (the off of the TV seasons, therefore reruns), I still sit happily at home, watching televsion. I must've watched The Simpsons, Friends, SATC, CSI, and numerous other movies severals times already. Like Moonstruck. For some reason it was just played over and over again on TV this week. So I watched it. And watched it. And watched it once more (in pieces). Still love it, still love the part where Cher slapps a young, unbald, Nicolas Cage and says, "Snap out of it!" It's just so funny and endearing and real all at the same time.

I seek reality in surreality (as if it's a real word), and I will continue to do so. The reality is just too much, and annoying, and out of control. I don't like it. I like the fabricated reality. Much more digestible and you can fastforward if it gets too real.

Today my sister was saying how a former classmate of mine has gone off to travel to Europe with his girlfriend in the last year, and will be going to Japan in the year next. I was SO jealous. Incredible. My sister, in consolation said, "They all still live at home, so all their income are disposable." To which I replied, "You are right, all the money I earn now are not mine." But still. Everyone else is moving on with their life, going out there, stepping in unsure footsteps in becoming an adult in the world. I am still here. Lingering, and lingering. I have no life. I have no future. And don't tell me to cheer up because I enjoy wallowing in my own negativity and gloom. Happy 2007, another year in the dumps.

As to why this entry is entitled Perceptions, I really can't tell you. Perhaps it's our own perceptions which deceive us. In which case it would be called deceptions. Ta.