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Tommy Wiseau wouldn’t come to the desert

Posted by Mick on May 12, 2010 – 10:06 pm

How is one to enjoy all the things there are to enjoy?

That’s just silly.  Obviously, one could never enjoy ALL the things there are to enjoy.  Not to mention the obnoxiousness of the gender neutral third person singular pronoun.  Let’s make this personal, or let’s not make this at all.

How am I to enjoy all the things I want to enjoy?  It’s an odd thing to complain about, I know, but then again it’s really not a complaint.  It’s all part of the counting my blessings thing.  I’m not really a specialist.  I’ve never specialized.  I can’t, because I can’t limit myself.  There’s simply to much to enjoy.  Movies, music, books, TV… so much I want to see and hear.  I live in an area where I’m surrounded by beautiful places to hike and walk and drive.  And there are only so many hours in a day.

It’s a crime, I tell you.  A crime.

I tell you this because I was feeling down earlier tonight.  My movie watching has decreased greatly.  There are TV shows I want to see that I can’t watch.  There are books to read, books stacked up left and right.  How am I supposed to get to it all?

What a thing to be down about.  I’m blessed.  I grew up in West Texas.  I spent 11 years in deep West Texas.  In the desert.  That’s the desert, as in A dry, often sandy region of little rainfall, extreme temperatures, and sparse vegetation.  That’s also the desert, as in An empty or forsaken place; a wasteland: a cultural desert.   I had limited access to good music.  I had almost no access to good movies.  This was in the before time, in the long long ago.  There was no streaming netflix.  There was no video on demand.  These were the pre-internet days.  By the time I got out of college, video rental was an option, but we had no I Luv Video.  We had no Blockbuster.  We had whatever the Mom and Pop video store owner decided was going to rent well.  In West Texas.  Good bands didn’t come out West.  Live music was limited to Country, Tejano, and really bad Metal.

Well, we did have Tommy Gun.  I wonder whatever happened to David Tommy?  I think he was still playing in San Angelo a few years ago.  I realize most of you have no idea who I’m talking about.  It’s ok.  But for a kid from San Angelo, David Tommy could play guitar.  Then again, we were desperate.

And now I’m in Austin.  I’m surrounded by awesomeness, I have a wealth of quality entertainment at my fingertips, I have forests and hills hiking trails and roads and some days I can’r decide which awesome thing to do.  I can’t do all the awesome things I have the chance to do.  In my late 30’s,  I went from famine to feast.  Ten years later, and I’m not tired of it yet.

And to top it all off, I’m finally living an authentic version of myself.  I feel more comfortable in my skin now than I ever have.  I almost like who I am.

Almost.  We’ll get there eventually.

I’m happy.

Be good to each other.

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