At almost 47 years old, I still wait for my "Knight In Shining Armor." I still have the STUPID dream that some man is going to save me from the drudgery of real life. I still believe that "Someday My Prince Will Come."
And I blame YOU, Hollywood!!! DO YOU HEAR ME???
Because that's the way it happens on TV and in the movies. Everyone finds the love of their life and everyone finds the life that makes them happy.
Every day, I hope that I will learn of some long lost great-aunt or great-uncle, or half-sibling that my dad fathered while over in England during WWII, someone who has scads of money that they have willed to myself and my siblings. Or I dream that I will meet the perfect man, who is not only gorgeous, but WANTS to take care of me. That WANTS me to be a pampered, stay-at-home guy.
Or even simpler. I dream that I'm going to meet some guy who really has it all together. Who makes enough for me to work a simpler job - one where I don't have to stress out, because he makes enough in his dream job for the two of us to be so happy together. We are going to have the perfect house together and get some dogs and think about adopting, because that's the way it is for everyone in every TV show and Movie, right? That's the way it happens, right?
Julia Roberts broke my heart. Julia has played me in so many movies - the stupid idiot who believes in real love. Sometimes she wins - Pretty Woman - although that means I need to be a cheap hooker. Sometimes she loses - My Best Friend's Wedding - but that means I have to have a gay best friend to pick up the pieces when I fall apart.
I have neither.
I have stupid, tall, dorky, pregnant-bellied, red-headed, pale-skinned, Charlie-Brown's-teacher's-voiced me. I am the only one I can rely on. And right now, I'm not betting on me. I am in a bit of a panic. I have been given an assignment at work that I think is over my head. I don't write about work here. I really worry that if I write anything about work, somehow it will get back to the people I work with and will get me in trouble. But I am worried.
My degree was not in Computer Science, as most Programmers have. Mine was in Computer Information Systems. Give me databases and simple reports and such and I have no problem. But try and make me learn an all new (to me) computer language, and I suddenly feel like the stupidest person in the room. And that is the latest assignment I have been given. Which has me worried. What if I can't learn this new language? What if I can't do this assignment? In today's economy, this is one of the biggest of my fears. I have only ME to rely on. There is no one at home to pick up the pieces should I fall apart and then what do I do??
I'm going to make my best stab at it. But this is supposed to be the position that sustains me until retirement age and that means at least another 19 years.
That thought freaks me out.
Am I wasting my life? Am I doing something to pay the bills, even though it's not really me? But if I try to pursue something that's "me", does that mean losing many of the things I have?
Nothing makes me happy right now. I have no pet to come home to, no family to come home to, no "other half" to come home to - and Hollywood tells me that I am worthless if I come home alone. The job is not my dream job. Don't get me wrong - I'm VERY happy to have my job, but it's just work, as that is for most people in this world.
Why do I fall for this Hollywood crap?
I cannot sleep. I am freaking out about my job. I am freaking out that somewhere I made a VERY wrong turn and this is the life I am stuck with and somehow by the skin of my teeth I have to pull through until retirement in 20 years.
No wonder I am hating not doing theatre this Summer.
Having to look at the reality of my lonely life is killing me.
Being unhappy with the many things I DO have also kills me. Why am I so dissatisfied with what I do have? Why do I fall into the stupid Hollywood movie/TV crap that my life is worthless without someone to share it with?
DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I WOULD GIVE TO BE THAT CARELESS, SOULLESS, INCONSIDERATE BASTARD WHO HAS NO INTENTION OF EVER SHARING HIS LIFE WITH ANYONE AND LOOKS DOWN ON PEOPLE WHO THINK THAT WAY???
Do you know how many guys I have met who ARE that way?? Who could care less about settling down with the right person? Who have no intention of ever sharing their space and pity anyone who believes in a committed monogamous relationship? Do you know how much I WISH I could be one of those people?
I don't want to fall for the Hollywood crap anymore. But what I am really hating is the jaded person I have become. A little bit of hope dies within me every day. I AM finding that as each day goes by, it becomes a little bit easier to say, "Oh, well, life sucks and then you die. Get over it." As much as I hate that, it really is becoming something much easier for me to truly believe.
Hollywood has made me think I am worthless without someone in my life. And each day that goes by where the phone doesn't ring, the more I believe it. And each day that I panic with my newest job assignment, the more that I worry I'm going to be left with absolutely nothing - and that I'm going to feel completely worthless for not having done any of those "Hollywood" things in my life.
I want to be that cold, soul-less, callous bastard. I even try to present that facade on a daily basis. Too bad that facade crumbles when I come home to an empty house.
Thank you, Hollywood. For making me believe my life is incomplete.





































































































































































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