It’s daunting to come home from work around 4am and have an urgent email waiting for you, especially one from a friend who is still trying to master the English language and is asking you to answer a question that might appear on their midterm in the morning:
How did we get into the financial crisis that the world is currently facing?
“This is hard. I’m going to watch TV, instead.” That’s what I wanted to say, but instead I produced a few sentences that could be mistaken for some semblance of an answer. (The word “semblance” reminds me of Harry Connick, Jr. because he said it in an interview once and I was like, “Gosh, he has a nice voice AND a nice vocabulary.”)
Turned out the professor didn’t even ask about the financial crisis on the midterm, so all is well in the world (except for the financial crisis).
Speaking of crises, I’m in the midst of my own personal one. Aren’t we all, always? So last night I did what I usually do when I can’t deal with the seemingly important, unresolvable things in my life–I called my mom. Only she was watching a Tommy Lee Jones movie, so she had to call me back. (Which will be my excuse next time I want to avoid a conversation.)
When she called back I was on the street. I had walked down to the coffee place I normally go to, but it was closed. The only other coffee place is several blocks in the other, more trendy direction of my neighborhood. Naturally it’s a Starbucks. And naturally the semi-trendy people have made it their meeting place. Not one, single time have I been able to find a free table or oversized chair in that location. Not one. What I do find are people who look like they’ve been camped out there since the Taft administration. Only young and fresh-faced as though they just came from yoga.
So anyway. Coffee at 11pm didn’t pan out. I continued walking and whining to my mom. And after an avenue of that, I came face to face with a bit of perspective– a car crash.
It wasn’t a big one. Just a squealing-tires-fender-bender deal, but still. You see that, not 10 feet from where you’re standing doing your whoa-is-me routine and suddenly you realize you’re sort of a whiny little bitch. It’s like that moment in this week’s “The City” when Jay and Whitney are (spoiler alert) breaking up and he says, “I just feel like you have to be a little bit stronger.”
Beautiful people who wear expensive clothes and can afford to feed themselves regularly are lame, especially when they’re on MTV reality shows, but just for the record…Whitney is a strong, savvy woman and Jay just ain’t ready for all that jelly.