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floatingleafIt's that time again. The time when everyone expects you to be cheerful because of some holiday that doesn't mean much to you in the first place - except for the fact that it requires spending more time with your family than you are ready to handle. Oh well. So I am being rebellious and actually still enjoying my own company at my blessed hermit's retreat... lol. Surprisingly, my parents haven't even called me yet to inquire when I'm coming - so I guess the sky won't fall on anybody's head if I show up tomorrow.;) Which of course means I won't have to spend the night there, since everybody's working on Monday (insert huge sigh of relief here). Staying most of the day at their place would be too much anyway, as far as I'm concerned - but considering I expected them to insist on my being there for the whole weekend, I guess I should just be glad I got away with tonight. And it feels like stolen time indeed. I'm just so HAPPY to be here by myself, in peace and quiet, with no roaring TV anywhere in hearing range and no forced holiday cheerfulness that my mother so compulsively imposes on everyone. Oh joy...
Yeah. Call me weird. *shrugs*
In other weird news, I am reading the autobiography of Richard Chamberlain. WTF? Well, he's one of the actors I sort of had a mild crush on as a teenager (when I still watched TV back in Poland - and the Polish TV usually showed very old foreign films back then, so most of the actors I had my crushes on were about the age of my parents... lol). So when I joined this online book club that requires you to order at least one book per month (otherwise they will send you the "editor's choice" anyway), and the only book that I thought might be remotely interesting to me in one of their monthly catalogs was Richard Chamberlain's autobiography, I ordered it. *shrugs* And it just stood on my shelf for many months... until I finally decided I might just as well read it.;) And I have to say I am genuinely impressed by the openness with which this man talks about his various issues (the neurotic childhood, the low self-esteem causing him to attach too much importance to the success of his acting career, the homosexuality which he was terrified of admitting even to himself for many years...). He is just so honest and straightforward about it all - as though he had finally gained the comfort of self-knowledge and wisdom in his old age (which is exactly what happened). I find it uplifting to read about someone whose mental condition has apparently improved so much over the years. It makes me believe that anyone can be happy, if they work on it hard enough.:) I am seriously tempted to give some quotes - but I think I will save that for another post. It's getting late, and I still want to watch a long movie (I rented The Motorcycle Diaries - just to perve on Gael...:P). (Btw, the older I get, the younger the actors I seem to have my innocent platonic crushes on... LOL)
Yeah. Call me weird. *shrugs*
In other weird news, I am reading the autobiography of Richard Chamberlain. WTF? Well, he's one of the actors I sort of had a mild crush on as a teenager (when I still watched TV back in Poland - and the Polish TV usually showed very old foreign films back then, so most of the actors I had my crushes on were about the age of my parents... lol). So when I joined this online book club that requires you to order at least one book per month (otherwise they will send you the "editor's choice" anyway), and the only book that I thought might be remotely interesting to me in one of their monthly catalogs was Richard Chamberlain's autobiography, I ordered it. *shrugs* And it just stood on my shelf for many months... until I finally decided I might just as well read it.;) And I have to say I am genuinely impressed by the openness with which this man talks about his various issues (the neurotic childhood, the low self-esteem causing him to attach too much importance to the success of his acting career, the homosexuality which he was terrified of admitting even to himself for many years...). He is just so honest and straightforward about it all - as though he had finally gained the comfort of self-knowledge and wisdom in his old age (which is exactly what happened). I find it uplifting to read about someone whose mental condition has apparently improved so much over the years. It makes me believe that anyone can be happy, if they work on it hard enough.:) I am seriously tempted to give some quotes - but I think I will save that for another post. It's getting late, and I still want to watch a long movie (I rented The Motorcycle Diaries - just to perve on Gael...:P). (Btw, the older I get, the younger the actors I seem to have my innocent platonic crushes on... LOL)
