One thing I like about the Shill is her ability to distill any pop culture phenomenon down to either its essense or the important lesson we should draw from it.
When we were in college, she would regularly remind me of the bit of wisdom contained in Bull Durham, which I’m going to get wrong, but I’ll try, which goes something like “The world is made for people who aren’t cursed with self-awareness.”
I would be slightly embarrassed for y’all to know how often I reflect on that line and contemplate its truth in order to calm myself down during bad times. No, I don’t fit in here and it does seem like folks ought to be able to see how crazy things are and fix them, but the world was not made for folks like me.
I used to worry that this made me a snob, but, upon rewatching Bull Durham one evening, I came to realize that everyone in that movie is kind of a dork and so it’s really just a matter of knowing what kind of dork you are and figuring out how to get by in the world based on that.
I should be writing.
I’m also a coward.
I think you knew both of those things AND I have to say that neither of those things makes me unique and that pisses me off.
I’m tired, bone tired, of my own nonsense.
I wonder if I could call in, say I’m taking the day off to take a nap and write a book.
I don’t know anything about writing books.
Of course, I didn’t know anything about writing plays, either.
So, there you go.
My soul itches like something’s trying to break through, but I’m late for work, so there you go, as well.