There is a blog that I follow, and the writer has entitled her blog as Reluctant Writer Girl; her blog can be found by clicking this link. She posts a lot of great pictures, quotes, and other inspirational tidbits that you’ll love. I highly suggest that you visit the site. The other day, she posted this:
Fairytales are criticized either positively or negatively, and this determination is based on the person you are asking. You either love ’em or you hate ’em. You either think they are childish, or you admire the way they are written. You either think they are too dark, or you accept this dark nature while reading to your children with hope that they learn a valuable lesson. As a day-by-day progression unfolded, I came across associations and more reasons to write and continue writing. This also includes another upcoming trip to see Brooklyn, because I love and miss her.
I am allowed to personify Brooklyn.
Last night, I hung out with my buddy, Paul. We went to the store and picked out some craft beers that we haven’t tried, we returned to his apartment, and we watched episodes of The League and How I Met Your Mother. While Paul opted for Brooklyn Local 2, my choice was Brooklyn’s Sorachi Ace:
We’re going to make this a regular thing for when the last season of How I Met Your Mother plays out. A lot of great shows are leaving this season; Burn Notice and Breaking Bad are also playing their finales. Paul walks me into political talk, and I infuse the literature/writing prompts; we follow suit without complaints. As I have been preaching for months upon months–realizing my post number seems to grow on a monthly basis, accepting that my personal challenge to write more has been accomplished–we analyzed (but not fully) the stress and importance of relationships in these shows. Hence, the importance of improv, but I am not going to get into that.
Listen people. We at the Syracuse Improv Collective want to start more classes. We want your participation. Like you, I went through an I-cannot-do-this phase. Improv is fun, and it is an effective stress buster. Just saying. Come to our monthly shows (we have two of them per month). Have fun and get involved. You’ll meet people, and maybe one of these people will be your future spouse. It’s all about the relationships.
It’s all about a love story.
In his blog, Jerry talks about his favorite storytellers; through literature, he holds The Brothers Grimm in his Number 1 slot. That’s incredible. I personally do not have one of these lists, but those brothers would be up there. Yes, those stories are childish, but we hold them near and dear. What would we be without: “Red Riding Hood,” “Rapunzel,” “Hansel and Grethel,” “Tom Thumb,” The Golden Goose,” “Briar Rose,” “Rumpelstiltskin,” “The Frog Prince,” and “The Brennan Town Musicians,” and many others. There are those who read, those who read, and those who have no interest. The people who have no interest, in my opinion, are those who do not read and will probably will not read to their children. These people can now be heard scolding me. I’m not really sorry for saying such a thing; maybe you will read to your kids, but you’ll do a half-assed job at it.
My father, who is in his early 60’s, still reads these fairytales and fables. He’s a great storyteller, and this is something I have boasted in the past. He’ll be an awesome grandfather one day, because he’s great with kids, and he’ll definitely read to them. He will probably tell my brother and I that we are not reading enough to our kids.
These fairytales… not all of them have happy endings. We need to accept that truth. No matter what, rest assured, a lesson is learned.
How I Met Your Mother is coming to a close. It’s been a great relatable ride, and many of us are sad to see it goes. Stories have to come to an end, unfortunately. There should be ends (and not countless sequels to ruin them, i.e. some movies these days). Similarly to Seinfeld and Friends (amongst others), these likable characters that we have welcomed into our lives and homes will be putting the happy in happy ending. It is inevitable that Ted meets his wife, because he would not be telling his kids this story… or hiring Bob Saget to. The show has a great premise, and it illustrated the relationships between each of the characters (and minor characters) very well.
At Craig and Becky’s Sunday Funday, I was talking to both about moving. It seems inevitable at this point. My Senate coworkers tell me to get out and live. My Loretto coworkers tell me to keep traveling. My museum friends tell me to move to Washington D.C. My Italian mother tells me that I can live at their house until I am ready to get married (which should be sooner than later). My father doesn’t say much. My high school friends: they’re idle. My college friends tell me to go enjoy life. The friends I have most recently acquired this year, considering each of the circles, our closeness is steadily tightening, and tell me to go venture; they are already to come visit in Chicago, and my doors will be open. Moving to Chicago will also allow me to reconnect with an old friend and her husband. Becky and Cole, John, others and culture are pulling me down to New York City, specifically Brooklyn.
I was talking to the first Becky in the previous paragraph, and I was telling her that it’s a scary and tough choice. I’ve invested myself into improv and friendships. Others tell me that I can do improv anywhere. It’s unnerving to go through that process of making friends all over again. I’ll just have to encourage others to come out and visit.
On a final note: I got to meet Joe’s son at Sunday Funday. He’s not even a year old, and all he did was laugh and smile and crawl around the whole time. Watching Joe interact and take care of the little guy is inspiring. Joe’s a great guy, quiet, but he has a great heart and personality when you talk to him. At the party, I met someone, and she immediately caught my eye. She has a great job, and I am transitioning between jobs and living situations. I stressed this to Craig, who told me not to worry about it due to my being a good guy. He reminded me of his own obstacles that he overcame, and I thanked him. He said that I’ll be back on my feet in no time. Not dwelling on this, but it was a veil had been lifted and a weight shrugged off. A voice in the back of my head said, OK, you need to accept your willing to commit; even if it isn’t with her, you’re ready.
It’s reassuring to know there is no more anxiety about settling. Any excuse from this moment on out is delusion, and I know I am not that delusional. The next relationship may or may not be the one, but I have to fucking try.
But this is how life works. It’s about building relationships and creating stories. It’s about struggling and putting yourself through the wringer. Life is boring without these drastic changes. Life is about creating your own story, which is filled with allusions and anecdotes. Most importantly: have fun with it.
Let yourself go.