i'll settle for temperate
a dear friend of mine reminded me this weekend that in life we have really great times, and then it turns to shit for awhile. i whined a little in response, something surely along the lines of "but i'm so sick of the shit sometimes!" he suggested that perhaps i am just one of those people that will always have this dichotomy to grapple with, and while, gratefully, he lumped himself in the same category--leaving me happily not alone on the roller coaster--i'd like to think perhaps that there might be a time in the future when i figure things out and hold steady awhile.
much earlier this week, someone who can stir up in me shades of misappropriated and unrequited passion, told me an anectode about the linguistic and scientific impossibility of being considered both "cool" and "hot." incidentally, he claims to be neither, and, for politeness' sake, i suggested he was temperate, though, truth be told, he and i both know he's, well, both. you see, it's possible to be both.
so i propose that somehow, in a move that may seem defiant of the odds and circumstances, that even though things are kind of shit right now, i'm having a great time. there are things that i do that are really right, and that bring me tremendous satisfaction. i'm good at the witty repartee, and playful with my words. i know my chicken. i make do. i get by. i dance under the stars. i drink in the colors with my eyes and with my lens. i filter. i get my rest. i meet my deadlines. and i laugh. i'd be sunk if i didn't.
the truth of the matter is, life is funny. some sunday afternoon you can be freezing your ass off in the middle of summer, inside a movie theatre with two of your oldest friends and a few dozen other people who've never been in your kitchen, and see your street in a movie. somedays there's ice cream to be eaten. there are emails, encounters, episodes, and epilogues. there's the faint, but optimistic notion of "happily ever after" and the feeling that you are, despite all your efforts to convince yourself otherwise, quite lovely. there's the delayed reaction of strangers reading your words--not here on the screen, but in their hands, on the pages of a quiet little hot pink book. there are strangers who, in essence, associate you with being "hott."
these days, though, i'll settle for temperate.