Free time.
I’ve decided to stop complaining.
(Yes, you heard it right.)
(Oh, shut up.)
Don’t get me wrong; I’m not giving up cribbing because I’ve finally had a change of heart (missing a crucial part there), or I’ve decided that the world is a great place after all (Pshaw. Don’t you watch TV?), or because my glass is half-full, or because I feel that I am lucky to have the little I do because there are *so many* out there who don’t have even half (puh-lease. What about the tons who have it better? Hell, I know enough of them!).
It’s just that, there comes a time in every man’s life when he realizes that there is only so much he can fight and complain about. After a point, you realize your complaining has only made things worse (inevitably because one of those sympathetic ears had a loud mouth), that you haven’t won any battles (no matter how tiny) in recent memory, and that if you are forced to deal with it, you can.
Ergo (don’t you just love that word? It sounds so intelligent, and yet so peppy!), give up, man, give up. Nothing can swim against a raging river and win; well, except for salmon, and that’s only because they’re headed to an orgy of Caligula-esque proportions (I swear, if there was a way to bottle up the energy men expend in order to get some, we’d never need fossil fuels again. God, I sound like such a woman. I need more male company.).
Unfortunately, this leaves me with a lot of free time on my hands.
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*sigh*
This would have *so* been the ideal time to complain.
Oh well. So it goes.
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I recently saw Fiddler on the Roof for the first time.
(Well, most of it, at least. I dozed off for the last half-hour, dang it. Now I’ll have to wait another 3 months before it repeats.)
And while the movie is pretty dull (really. Big, fat, hairy men singing and dancing is only *so* entertaining.), I loved that Topol guy! Hilarious!! I could watch him jiggle and wiggle to “If I Was A Rich Man” forever! And how can you not like a song where the chorus is primarily made up of “Yaba dibi dibi dibi dibi dibi dibi dum”?!
(Yes, I counted.)
(What? Did you not read the bit up there about free time?)
Everybody, now: “If I was a rich man… Yaba dibi dibi dibi dibi dibi dibi dum!” *jiggle jiggle*
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Oh no… another jaded elephant!
Perakath - May 18, 2008 at 12:49 am
? Eh?
I’m not jaded. I’m just a quitter.
…
That doesn’t make it much better, does it?
navinm - May 19, 2008 at 10:05 am
Dude, Fiddler on the Roof is a fine film. I love the bit where he goes to drop his daughter off at the railway and all you can see is like miles of the country. Russia & Topol, what a combination. I loved some of the other songs in the film as well, but I can’t tell which without looking them up. The only other one I can remember is Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match… Hensel (was that his daughter’s name)? The not-hideously Jewish looking one?
ahashakeheartbreak - May 25, 2008 at 8:56 pm
Come, come, I’m sure you remember Le Chaim (To life! To life!)
And really, names were really not something I paid attention to in the movie. It’s quite sad, but that movie was really all about the big fat hairy man for me.
*sigh*
That’s so depressing.
navinm - May 27, 2008 at 12:22 am