Smashed My Preconceived Notions

Life, Music To My Ears

Well I just returned home after seeing Hedwig and the Angry Inch at the Tobin Center.  I’m fortunate to be here because I hardly remember driving home as I was lifting my hands in the air  ūüôĆ. You know or maybe not (we are encouraged to do this during Midnight Radio).  I feel I left a little piece of myself behind.  The soul, the lights, the flashing!  The subtle or not so subtle humor.  The poignant messages. ‚̧‚̧ԳŹ‚̧ԳŹ.  Was to be an hour and 1/2 no intermission but we got two hours as they did all the songs not just what was shown in the playbill. 

Regarding smashing my preconceived notions, here’s how that came about. I went by myself.   Being solo is not so bad. I’d already been chatting it up with everyone around me. Nice lady and hubby in the lobby shared a bench with me prior to seating. We talked about prior Broadway trips. How we all want to go back.  

Then I find I was upgraded from balcony to right mezzanine. This meant I was in the center of the 3rd row.  I always get an aisle seat and as much I liked being closer the middle wigs me out. 

This meant I had neighbors.  The beautiful women in blue to my left.  She asked if I was upgraded too?  “Yes” I reply.  “How nice” we agree.  She tells me she’s on her own.  She’s tired of flaky friends and missing out. She’s even quit asking them to go. Me I explain my husband dislikes musicals and my daughter is away at school. I too decided I hate missing out. Encouraged by a coworker to get tickets as we work right next door. 

Anyway, my long way to preconceived notions relates to the elderly couple to my right.  I say elderly though I’m no longer a spring chicken myself. Let’s just say older than me. They hobbled in and plopped right down. She proceeds to tell me she has hearing aids and her cell phone wifi works with them. She warned she’d be adjusting her cell phone at the start but would put it right away after her personal sound check.  I thanked her for letting me know. 

My thought bubble is what possessed them to see this show?  Not the typical crowd.  Yet when the lights went down in the tunes went up, they were rocking it out with the rest of us. They were tapping  and moving to the beat.  They even lifted their hands in the air which is something the lady in blue to my left didn’t join in on.  

After the show ended, as I walked down the stairs to exit with the typical crowd, I thought I’m a brat.  No longer just a thought, I know I am. Who am I to judge?  Answer no one.  And I snapped out of it.  And I marveled at the simultaneous differences and similarities of humankind.  

As always more to come. 

Billy Bob Was Right

Life

… I hate it when he’s right. Not really. I unconditionally love him ‚̧

Me: I think I’m going to Ocho before Hedwig

BB: Two words

Me: What?

BB: pretentious and overrated

Me: We’ll see

I go, I sit, I wait. People there before me get up to leave.  Waitstaff is MIA. Oh well, I’ve got time but I know better.  My off center clock is figuring how much time I have for souvenirs and a bio pit stop.  Screw it, I’m checking in.  

Can’t wait!   I feel the electricity!   Ah!!!!!!!!!

And who says a good lunch is not made of popcorn and Chardonnay? ūüėā.  At least popcorn anyway. 


As always, more to come.  

Must Read: Secret to Happiness

Life, Music To My Ears

As I went through my reader, link by link without really reading I landed on a post from 2013 where the author reacted angrily to another post about the steps to finding true happiness. ¬†I must agree these self-help posts are a dime a dozen. ¬†I’ve been known to add my two nickels to the till. ¬†Like this post for example, my two cents which are¬†worth only a penny due to inflation.

I agree and¬†I know these sometimes pearls of wisdom can be condescending as if happiness is a wish away. ¬†Easy pease. ¬†As if the only reason YOU¬†are not happy is YOU¬†are NOT¬†trying hard enough. C’mon people, get with it, be the master of your own fucking destiny!!! But nope, sorry folks, real life isn’t that simple.

Oh but I can dream can’t I ? ¬† And wish life was as easy as following simple steps. Just do X Y and Z then poof¬†one is HAPPY!!! Real deal ecstatic over the fucking moon.

Anyway in the post, the author made his own list. ¬†Steps to combat depression. ¬†Right away I think the author is on to something “real” and my self talk goes “They can bite me, screw those happiness gurus for they know not what they do” Palm Sunday after all, so I have to make a reference to forgiveness. ¬†Screw them = forgive them. ¬†Doh, I am off the chain. I mean no¬†blasphemy. ¬†Lent and Easter are¬†the pi√®ce de r√©¬∑sis¬∑tance for me. ¬†Jesus knows I am flawed work in progress. ¬†Now more than ever, you know it too. ¬†Back on¬†topic, the article provided a few gems that I could easily put into practice.

Then I think but “isn’t this more of the same?” ¬†Just do X, Y and Z and poof no longer depressed. ¬†And to suggest no most Grey’s Anatomy or books with adult themes. ¬†I watch to cry and read to escape. ¬†Ugh, many contradicting articles out there and me I am SQUIRREL … “this might work and oh yeah, this is amazing.” ¬†As I tireless jump on bandwagon after bandwagon. ¬†What a happiness groupie! ¬†Or I am a sucker born every minute as my man PT once said? ¬†And I love a good circus. ¬†Well, … not really because I am scared to death of clowns. ¬†John Wayne Gacy often dressed as¬†a clown, ‘nuf said.

Chuga-chuga choo-choo little engine that could. ¬†Where do I turn? ¬†I tell myself “J-Dub just do what makes sense; use your instinct”. ¬†Yes I talk to myself and yes I answer myself but I know it is me talking to me. ¬†I believe I am a brat¬†with 1st first problems. ¬†Any instinct for survival has been lost in my evolution. ¬†Why am I so hard on myself? ¬†Why can’t I admit problems do not come with a rating scale? ¬†Why can’t I trust my kid? ¬†Why? ¬†Why is a nosy mother fucker I tell you that.

And with that, I am better. ¬†Here is a new MUST READ secret to happiness should you want to know (but this is mine so get your own, not because I am greedy and won’t share but because there is some truth in the master of your own destiny bull shit). ¬†For me, I write my sH*t! down for the world to see (or at least for bloglandia to see) and then I curse like a sailor. ¬†*A*&SkArzfz8df8***! finally cranking¬†up the tunes and dancing these mofo negative feelings out. ¬†Join me would you?

Happy by Pharrell Williams РClap along, I darn you not to!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then insert some songs of your own.  Wishing you the best on this Palm Sunday my lovelies.

As always, more to come.