I’m sitting here on a Sunday afternoon, epically hung over, and simultaneously watching an episode of Dexter (that I downloaded illegally) and the Mets game (perfectly legally). Also, it’s absolutely beautiful outside, and I’m thinking that later today I’ll probably go for a run.
It’s nothing special. I’m not on a tropical vacation, I’m not in a room full of supermodels, and I’m not holding a million dollar-winning lottery ticket in the palm of my hands.
However, it’s one of those moments where you just stop and say, “Yeah, life is pretty good.”
That is usually the nature of Sundays. While Fridays and Saturdays are designated for all types of debauchery so that we can blow off steam from the workweek and have some fun in the process, Sundays are the opposite and are made for rest. Nothing else. Where you do it – at the park, the beach, in your house – is up to you.
I’m actually curious to delve into historical records and discover if anything of note – any major invention, accomplishment, crime, etc. – ever took place on Sunday. Who the hell ever has motivation to do anything on a Sunday?! Heck, even God rested on Sunday!
But yeah, there might have been a time, about a year and a half ago or so, where I would have sat in this very spot on a Sunday afternoon and moped, and simply thought about all the things that I don’t have, instead of focusing on what I do have. I might have thought about how my life could have been, instead of focusing on reality. But that was the older, whinier, gayer me. If I could, I’d go back and punch that asshole in the face. In fact, I’ll punch myself now anyway.
Fuck, that kind of hurt. I immediately regret that decision.
But bad moods happen. Bad days happen. Bad months happen. Sometimes, even bad years happen. It’s just something you have to endure, and hope that when it ends, you’ll have a newfound appreciation for life.
Life offers a lot of cool stuff if you’re brave enough to seek it out. But if you’re consumed with things that are out of your control, and find yourself filled with emotions like self-pity or jealousy, for example, then you’re going to overlook those things. That’s really what leads to bad moods. You can say that you don’t have a lot of things going for you, but in reality, you do. You’re just not taking advantage of them.
When you finally do find yourself in a good state of mind, well, you realize how much good shit there is in this world.
And speaking of good shit, it shames me to say that I failed to see Harry Potter during its opening weekend. Not the actual wizard himself (I texted him yesterday to hang out but he said he was busy), I’m talking about the last movie.
I’ve said this before, but the Harry Potter books played such a pivotal part of my childhood. I obsessed over them. While I have enjoyed the movies, I never loved any of them until I saw the first part of the seventh movie. The previous six films tried way too hard to emulate the books, and in the process lost all sense of originality and creativity.
A true adaptation should stay loyal to the original work, but it should also try to become its own entity. None of the films had done that until film #7. It was a stand-alone great piece of art and I loved it. That’s why I am so excited to see part two, and hopefully I can get on that this week. Plus, seeing a Harry Potter movies is one of the few times I can wear my wizard’s robes in public and not look like a maniac.
Shit, do you think Harry Potter ever sat around and moped, wishing that his life was better? No fucking way. The dude went out on a mission to kill Voldemort and salvage the world.
If he can do it, you can too.