Break it out

This little ditty is brought to you courtesy of the Rocket Summer, texting Alex and the letter G.

Sometimes, you just gotta break out, because you can, because if everyone did, things would be better, things would be different. It takes courage. It takes faith. But really, it’s just a matter of doing it. Don’t think. Don’t consider. Do.
You can’t expect change to be pretty. It isn’t. It’s far from it. The inside of a cocoon is probably as appetizing as caterpillar puree, but the end result, that butterfly, that beautiful crawling insect that flutters into your life out of nowhere and scares the bejesus out of you until you realize it’s harmless, is all that work and effort put to good use.

I’m not saying go out and start a riot, that would be irresponsible of me, but waiting on the world to change, I’m sorry Mr. Mayer but that’s crap. Carpe diem! Seize the day! Si se puede! It can be done.

We’re all injured in some way. We’re all lost and lonely. The world itself cries for the pain and suffering that surrounds us every day. But that doesn’t mean we’re without hope.

I’ve learned this time and again, but the key to finding happiness is to be happy. Well, if that holds true, then it must be that the key to changing the world is to change it? It’s so simple.

When people talk about chaos theory and the butterfly effect, it’s always disaster: The wing beat that turns into a hurricane, well who’s to say it can’t work the other way? What if a smile here leads to the end of a war there?

Would it hurt to try?

The thing is we’re all such strangers to each other. Even as the internet familiarizes us to people halfway around the world and a continent away, we’ve lost touch with those living in the same house or on the same street.

It's a small world after all, break out and see how big it really is.

Being a GBF

11:46 pm, I get a text that reads:

“Oh my god. I could watch Frasier for my entire life.”

You’d think that this close to midnight my text messaging would be limited to emergencies, but it’s not. I get this first text because “(I’m) just the only one who would care, or pretend to.” Thankfully I’m awake. I can’t deny it though, I’m intrigued. She’s dragged me from whatever I’m doing into conversation.

“The show with Kelsey Grammar (sp) that’s already ended?”

“Yes, the spinoff of Cheers. It’s awesome.”

But I won’t recount the entire conversation, I wouldn’t let you read the private correspondence between me and my pen pals, would I? Actually, I might, but that’s not my point. You wouldn’t read them or ask to read them unless they were already in front of you, save if you discovered them after I’m dead… which I’m not.

The next show in MYQ2’s schedule is Will & Grace. The personalities involved are different, but a similar dynamic exists, it’s too appropriate to miss. I leave the comfort of my bed to watch.

We text through the entire episode, commenting on things like Will’s hair and Karen’s voice. We come to a consensus, Will and Grace should have gotten together at the end of the series. Maybe not as a couple, but they should have ended up together. The other consensus, Jack and Karen need to get married, they’re “both so gay that they’re almost straight.”

And then she goes to bed. It’s the quiet moments we share that I enjoy so much. I stay up a while longer thinking how glad I am that this Grace to my Will isn’t as pathetic as the television character. None of the ladies in my life are. Sure, they have their problems, but they wouldn’t be the girls I love if they didn’t.