I had a rude awakening the other day while watching Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (the animated one). It was at the very beginning, while the narrator was providing the exposition, and it came to the part about how the spell needed to be broken by Beast’s 21st year…and I said, “What the fuck? I’m older than the Beast!?”
Then, of course, I let my mind wander to all the other Disney characters who are younger than me. Aurora was 16; Arielle was 16; wasn’t Jasmine 16? I’m betting most of them were several years younger than me by now. This is not right! I should not be older than Disney characters!
At least I am younger than Roger and Anita. But we don’t know their ages, so I can always tell myself I am younger than them.
Speaking of all of the above, I got to hang out with Cort and Nicole the other night for Cort’s birthday. We went back to Nicole’s house to sit in our chairs and just talk, just like old times, and then it really struck me that this was like old times, because it doesn’t happen anymore. We discussed Milo for a while, and the conversation was so totally different than the hundreds of other conversations we have had about him in that room. I noted how bizarre it felt for me, because it actually was almost as if I could feel my past self sitting in that same chair and saying such opposing things. It was like the past, at that moment, was intersecting with the present; universes were nudging one another. And I could see it. Just like Scrooge looking at his past. It felt like that–or at least, how I’d always imagined that to be.
And then we were discussing how different it is now, because Cortney and I are both engaged, and just how–weird that is!
“And you!” Cortney said, turning to look at me. “You weren’t supposed to get married! You’re Peter Pan! But now you’re engaged–and you’re actually happy about it!”
I assured them that it is as much a shock to me as to them. And it is–because I am Peter Pan–but I’m also in love. That isn’t supposed to happen; it’s a paradox. But even though I can’t explain it, I couldn’t be happier about it. I’m so unbelievably in love.
Speaking of marriage, today I found where I want to be married, but they do not hold weddings, apparently. They do, however, have wedding receptions. At the museum downtown, they have this really amazing garden, and we were walking through it today and I was oohing and ahhing and asking if we could please have one or just live in one and not even worry about a house, and The Mormon said, “It might be a nice place to be married,” and after that I was positive I wanted to do just that. But we asked the guy at the front counter, and he said no. Now, however, I’m all excited and am going to be on the hunt for someplace to say the vows.
When I was doing all my bitching about the hospital, I left out one thing that I thought was really cool about it. When we went in that night, this one guy (I don’t know what he is, so I’ll just say a guy in scrubs) actually recognized me. My mom had made some comment about the last time, and Scrubs said, “I remember. I was here nine hours that night.” I mean, how cool is that? How many patients must he see every day, and it had been three months, and yet he remembered me. Of course, there were three people with me who were there both times as well, so they may have had something to do with that. But I thought that was very cool. And then a little while later a nurse came in, and she remembered me, too. That’s just really good service, I think.
That said, I still consider the hospital stay one of the worst times of my entire life. I know it was only a week, but it was completely horrifying. I guess something good came out of it, though–I haven’t felt so depressed since the hospital. I had been so miserable for the three months preceding the hospital, and when I got there, it completely broke me down into nothing. So basically, when I got out again, it was like, anything’s got to be better than that. Yeah, I’m still somewhat depressed, and yeah, I still have my moments, but I think I’m getting better. At least, I know that I will probably be better around three months from now, and that’s way better than half a year.
We realized tonight that we will be able to see each other more often with the semester over. And then, before next semester begins, we should be living together, so we will actually be able to see a lot of each other. It will be so splendid.
I know this entry is really ADD. I never have time to update anymore. Just bear with.
The other night at work, it was 7:15 (we go on break at 7:30), and we had had a nonstop flow of customers since 4:30. It happened to be ice cream night, and as I was on the non-ice cream side of the line, every single customer who wanted real food had to come to my side. So I was busy and hot and tired. And I said, “Sandra, make the customers go away!” in a whiny sort of voice. Sandra smiled. And I continued, “I could do it myself, but it would take me 15 minutes.” Sandra laughed. I just thought it was funny.
Ooh, and the other night I was talking to Michelle about snow, and trying to describe a snowfall at night. I described the thousands of white pinpricks coming at you from entirely across your field of vision, and how it could almost feel like you’re rising up into them…. I told her it felt like the stars were all falling on you. Then after a pause, I said, “Ooh. That was almost poetic just then.” “Yeah, I was going to say!” she said.
I think that’s it for tonight. More tomorrow, perhaps.