Peace? Try the Self-Help Section.
I’m wondering if anyone else finds it comforting that there will always be a book to read.
I’ve turned browsing Chapters into a sort of therapy session, the end result of which is a sort of calming effect. I’m obviously never going to read the all the books that have been written and will probably miss out on some great ones; but that doesn’t seem to worry me. Instead, I have discovered a great pleasure in simply looking at books and slowly searching for a good one. It’s a feeling that I don’t have to worry about losing either because people will always write books.
I get a similar feeling going into HMV and looking through cds; though browsing music usually makes me anticipate certain releases which takes away from the zen-like state I’m aiming for. Books seem to do it for me. There’s no rush, no waiting for a new arrival, no sense of urgency or regret. I can take my time, sip my Starbucks, and stumble across good finds in a somewhat accidental way.* I especially like going to different Chapters locations and getting an even deeper sense of loss in the book stacks. It’s quite nice.
I was recently told by a doctor that the best way to deal with anxiety is to try to find a calming exercise. What’s yours?
On a completely separate thought, I wondered today how I would feel if I died before Lost resolved itself. I think it might be the first question out of my mouth when I’m reunited with someone who lived long enough to see the end.
Every now and then my parents would take me to the mall and we’d go into Toys ‘R Us and I would be allowed to pick out a new one. I had everything from Batman to Ninja Turtles to Earthworm Jim to Reboot; you name it. Those times definitely instilled within me a very powerful and definitive imagination that still exists to this day.
These books appealed to my previously mentioned imagination and took me to places I still fondly look back upon. The idea of discovering a secret world was about the greatest thing I ever heard and to this day I keep my eyes open just in case. I re-read them almost every year and still enjoy what they have to teach; the guy was one of the smartest men to ever write.
Corey Matthews’ misadventures (seemingly) taught me more about life than my own limited experience could ever hope to achieve. Of course that’s the irony of watching a show about a character roughly the same age as you learning from everyday life situations; you end up living your life vicariously through them and miss out on your own opportunities. I have certainly never been more concerned with the outcome of any relationship, fictional or not (possibly including my own) than I was with Corey and Topenga’s. To this day I still believe in my heart that those two are still together since I am incapable of separating their existence with reality.
That was the Get Up Kids for me. They truly were a significant part of my teenage life, though I don’t think I realized it until later looking back. I had love affairs with many bands, referred to several as “my favourite” and yet none stick out quite like the Get Up Kids. They were by no means extraordinary and certainly will not stick out in music history; there were “better” bands by far. However, their music was with me through so many standout points in my life, both happy and sad, that the vault of feelings and memories that are triggered when I listen to them now make them truly the most important band of my life so far. Certain songs such as Anne Arbour, Campfire Kansas, and Valentine and the memories of their live show will probably be with me for the rest of my life. They shaped those important moments and for that reason, they did play a role in my life.
I first saw it in high school and have been watching it ever since. I confess I actually own two copies of it, though that is a separate story. Not only is it funny, witty, and thoroughly entertaining, it has taught me more about relationships than any other single source in my life. This is the movie that taught me that settling isn’t a bad word. It taught me about knowing when things are just good enough. I found a strange semblance of familiarity with Rob Gordon’s sad excuse of a life and realized that I always wanted to own an unsuccessful record store and sit around all day making up top five lists and talking about music. Though many have disagreed with me on the “greatness” of this movie, I will still hold it as my favourite and most significant movie of the past 7 years and for that it takes the number one place on my list.
