Over break I watched a lot of Sober House with Dr. Drew (because I could) and watching him dealing with addiction seems a lot like a highly abusive relationship (partially because it is).
Especially in the realm of seeking help. The guy from that band who sang "Butterfly" kept using the phrase "So you're really giving up on me?"when talking to Dr. Drew.
and the response that validated the thought was “Well, this is the LAST time…”
Also I discovered the fine art of quilting.
Tight jeans and a v-neck in Illwaco, Washington usually go together like house plants and a can of raviolis, but I persevered.
I’ll explain:
Over the break I went to a quilt show with my family. It was mostly for my mother who digs the stitch. As I was walking around it was like trying to understand art before when my favorite artist was Norman Rockwell (he still is technically, but then again my favorite movie is still Ferris Beuller’s Day Off). Anyways after trying to intensely stare at this large compilation of fabrics I gave up and asked my mom the appeal and art of quilting.
To my surprise I was quite enlightened. Much like all other mediums there’s a lot of different techniques, with stitching, with pattern layouts, with whether they use a machine, the types of batting, etc.
So cut to me staring at quilts in a Elk’s Lodge type of building (with an eye for what I’m looking for) and taking a true appreciation for the art side by side with a majority of women over 60.
Also, there’s something to be said about the lack of snobbery. I would like one day to see a record store or an art museum curated strictly by 60-year-old women (negating their taste, but simply their approachability.)
Now I’ve just created a mental image of old ladies sitting outside of the fine arts building smoking cigarettes and wearing ironic sunglasses.
Also I tried to baptize myself in the Pacific Ocean, and it was highly unsuccessful.
(more to come as I remember)
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