Sitting here cycling through Netflix movies like one every thirty minutes. Obviously its not time to sit comfortably in my apt and let the magic of cinema put me in a trance for the remainder of my day.
Ultimately I guess this is a struggle to comprehend because as I write this the sound of the movie keeps distracting me (i can't turn it off...I'm afraid of the dark). I noticed that I am still not okay going to Kroger. For whatever reason I find that grocery stores are a bachelor's worst enemy. But hey, at least Old Spice has made the Matterhorn and Denali fragrances for body wash...Hey I think this movie has Ally McBeal in it...yup that's her. Awesome (movie is Fragile btw). It's also the second movie in a row I've attempted to watch that takes place in in England and has a gigantic castle house in it.
So what's the point...why I am writing? I thought I had an idea...
Oh. Yes. It was because I'm compelled to do so, nothing more nothing less. It would seem that I am at a cross roads in where to go forward from here. Maybe I should stay in Middle TN, try to make a life... or go home and restart. Location is only important when you're alone. It would seem that I have to set up all the right things for myself in order to succeed and maintain happiness. Location is really a secondary notion when you're in a relationship though. It's like that old adage "Home is where the heart is."
So it seems I have no home...maybe that's what I get from spending family vacations in a Motor home...
Kroger. Good times. The candy aisle. Miss that. Miss spending 15 minutes smelling every lotion, deodorant, shampoo, etc. I will not be back. Hah
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