Today, a very large metal alarm clock fell on my head.
If I first don't develop a subarachnoid hematoma, I suppose I will need to look for the symbolism.
Like, "Debbie! Time to wake up! Do all those things you've been saying you're gonna do, like become a famous writer and stuff!"
Or, "Debbie! This is God! Do I need to throw something even BIGGER down from the sky to wake you up and get you to do something with that potential I gave you?"
Maybe it's Darwin. "Debbie! This is natural selection calling. I'm trying to evolve you out of the mix so your laziness and lack of motivation don't get too entwined with the world population. I tried to get you, but your damn head is too thick!"
(That Darwin thing was a joke, God. And, by the way, I'm still waiting on you to bring down my stomach mass. Thanks.)
Well, this past weekend was again an exercise in futility when it came to writing, but I saw a good movie.
"Black Hawk Down" portrayed the U.S. 1993 incursion in Mogadishu and it was good, albeit not my thing (overly violent movies). I liked the way Ridley Scott did not show the Somalians to be worthy of death and adequately represented them as victims of powerful and greedy warlords. The movie was directed is such a way that you were able to completely get the fact that the whole raid went wrong as a result of a small series of events. Domino effect symbolized masterfully.
Sad thing is, I never even knew this happened. I lived in Chicago at the time and was apparently clueless as to world affairs.
24-yr.-old partying in Chicago = global current events idiot.