It seems like every street I walk down nowadays is undergoing some sort of construction: the road in front of my house (July to November, wha?), various streets that intersect Burrard (almost every block in Downtown really), the highway (okay so I don't walk down this "street" but you catch my drift). And of course this is all in the spirit of improvement and beautification of the city.
Similarly, after forcing myself to watch The Hills series finale -- I cannot stand those spoiled, rich, and famous girls any longer -- I noticed that one of the girls, Kristin Cavallari, decided to move to Europe for an indefinite amount of time because the guy she liked did not reciprocate her feelings. Her reasoning for the big change was that she would find herself and figure out what/who she liked. I was half-angry that she based her decision on a guy and half-jealous that she could just leave without having to worry about funding her trip. Everything in her life seemed too easy. Then the last scene ended up throwing the whole decision out the window as it turned out that it had all been an act. No, she wasn't going to Europe at all.
This is my roundabout way of saying that I, too, am under construction. I guess we all are for the duration of our lives, whether we know it or not. Whether we feel we need to evolve or not.
If I were to plot my life on a graph, you would mostly see a constant, very slightly-angled straight line with the occasional blip due to some significant event. My hopes are that I am progressing with age, finding that top righthand corner of the quadrant. But lately I have felt so static and stagnant, like I'm trolling through the mud in a pair of worn-out boots. I need something to shake things up. I thought New York would do this for me but its positive effects were short-lived. I thought a haircut would help but it's already growing out. And I thought summertime without my parents would be an open invitation to fun, when really it has been a tether to responsibility.
I keep waiting for something to come. My patience is starting to waver.
Apparently she is going to Europe, and I totally guessed the destination. She's going to London (because that's the only place Kristin can converse, or should I say, bitch at people in her own language). At least that's what was confirmed on the After Show.
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