Tall Tales

Do you ever just wake up one morning birthing completely different convictions from the day before? Last night, after watching the movie "August Rush" on my Continental flight into Houston, TX, I decided right then and there, that I was going to follow what practicality has always feared: becoming the next Kandinsky. And then I woke up this morning and I was a wannabe hard-core advertising exec once again.

What a tale it is, to be spoiled by options. I once met a megalomaniac at a bar on 35th Street and he told me that his only vice was being spoiled by options.

What kind of options, I asked.

"Oh you know. Brunettes from my job. Brunettes in the apartment above mine. And now, you."

I snorted and took a sip of my rum. And then I glared. At this physically flawed, blue-eyed man in the expensive Dior shirt. How is it, that YOU, have that many options, I thought. Maybe it was New York that produced him, this megalomanic, walking around in circles and circles thinking he had all the time in the world to hunt for whatever and whoever it was, that was worthy of him "giving up his freedom," that one thing that makes him say "i do. now and forever." not caring whose heart he trampled on.

But...maybe I'm one of him too. Because I've dabbled Here and There. Explored some of those options. All for my self-gratification...because for once, I wanted to live and live only for me. Not what my southern family wanted, not what my love wanted. Because once I started living for me, it was sooo damn hard to stop....