The first day of the rest of my life - In writing

Its Hard to find a point in writing when everything that I think of isn’t what is written down here. Thoughts that I think may come across of as intelligent are more often than not forgotten; if they are remembered they are slaughtered by a poor vocabulary and even worse sentence structure. 

Now that I have the disclaimer out of the way, Where to start? Day one of the family vacation to Hawaii, and in typical Air Canada fashion the flight was delayed, delayed again, and four hours later, finally crossing the pacific. In order to make up for stranding 300 people at CYZ free beverages, alcoholic and non alcoholic, were given to everyone on board. Instead of getting rowdy, it put everyone to sleep as soon as they dimmed the lights. A few movies later, some GNR in my headphones and three mini bottles of Frances finest “Vigne Elisa” (2008 Malbec), Chuck Clasterman had me thinking music and movies. First how movies completely control the way we judge relationships, and second how celebrities and their lifestyles cause me to undermine my own life’s work.

Interesting to me is the way that Hollywood elicits an emotional draw from a simple movie such as “Once” and, though less insightful “Post Grad” (not my choice of movie). Why in gods name should our lives resemble the “Girl Next Door” or other movies with impossible scenarios? I do get it, I want just as much as any other single guy to have grown up next to the girl of my dreams, but this wasn’t the hand that I drew. I learned my lessons of love the hard way, one at a time, taking one life lesson from each ended relationship hopping that the next would be better than the last. I had almost forgot what the feeling was in real life when your heart knows that you cant be together but your mind says you should. Life style is a killer; a dancer hanging out with actors and the “artsy type; living in downtown Vancouver with a dance studios as an apartment is a world away from a travelling, jobless, recent graduate geologist (even though I cant quite call myself that yet). My last words to her were “It is amazing how two people living such different lives can have so much in common” and I truly believe that; it’s just unfortunate. The same feeling is pulled from me when I watch some movies about the budding, growing and destruction of a couple in a movie. I guess the movies are just supposed to remind you that anything is possible, and on vacation it is; but don’t expect to bring it home with you because in the end, lifestyle is a killer.