In 2010 I will turn… umm, 30.
I guess that makes the next twelve months the Year of the Lie. I think the best way to explain it all is to simply tell you that I am really enjoying my first week of being 25 years old. I feel like it’s important that I fabricate the truth to everyone, not just myself. As a result, I lied and made a vow to myself that I wouldn’t just lie without being honest about my lying – and I will gladly wait while you read that sentence again for clarity.
Here are three major changes for the Year of the Lie:
The longer I live in L.A., the more I realize that I’m not very cool. A common question I hear from people is: Where do you go out at?
Not having a well-regarded answer for this question, people often look at me as though I had just told them my cancer developed AIDS and I’m dying of leprosy; or in other words, I’m James Lafferty’s career after One Tree Hill gets cancelled this season. But in all honestly, I have a really hard time understanding the appeal of going out when it’s in reference to hitting the club scene or grabbing drinks at the bar.
Love is the topic; everything else finds its way into the margin. Is every passage of life not just a small part of the infinite pursuit of love?
I want you to think about that person you call boyfriend, … girlfriend, … husband, … wife.
I want you to think about how much you enjoy it when they do that thing, or say what they say so well. How they make you feel better about the person you are, and more optimistic about the person you really want to be. How so many memories are related to them, and how you wouldn’t change that for the world.
