It seems that I have a sort of high school crush. That is to say, if I were in high school right now, I would have a total crush on this musical theatre guy. For whatever reason, I noticed his photo and name in a program a few years ago, and have remembered him ever since, always recognizing his face and name, both in the program and actually up on the stage. (I think I overheard some family members of his once, and so checked the program to see whom they were talking about doing so well in his musical theatre goals. That sounds familiar.)
Anyway, it’s been so long and it has happened so gradually, I didn’t even notice when I started getting excited any time I saw him in a program. Fast forward to tonight, and I was actually a bit giddy when I saw his picture and name. I had a casual fan girl moment when he passed me as I walked to the bathroom during intermission. And it was not actual freak-out or anything – I merely smiled and considered how I would have freaked out and jumped up and down and all if I actually had been in high school, and if this were a real crush.
Nonetheless, I am delighted for this guy and his obviously progressing career in musical theatre – and his obviously progressing muscle mass – and it is exciting to recognize someone in all of these shows, even if I haven’t met him and I don’t actually know him. Just his name and his talent…
Plus, it’s quite likely that he is gay, making it all the more like my old high school crushes – the best and most desireable guys always seemed to be gay back then. (And I’m not so sure that that has changed much since then, actually…)
I have so much to say, so much to share, and yet I continue not to take the time to share it…, because despite my belief that it is valuable to share it all, a part of me, I believe, fears that it is not worth sharing at all…
Today, my Instagram account stopped linking properly with my Facebook account, only uploading a post if it had only a single image, and not multiple images.
This troubled me.
I troubleshooted, and I discovered the exact issue, but not a solution.
And it troubles me somewhat that the issue itself troubles me…, for what attachments do I have involved in such a silly little technical issue?
Or is it merely that I find it absurd when such simple things go wrong, because I view it as the likely result of what I would consider to be the simple stupidity of someone or people not thinking things through thoroughly, so that they actually do a good, worthy job?
Maybe a bit of both…
Some Saturday nights are best spent staying up long past the usual bedtime, pouring over that book you just can’t seem to stop reading.
(And back to that book, now…)
It only takes a trip to somewhere worse to appreciate coming home to a place one was initially glad to leave.
I’ve been doing that a lot recently, but switching between going to somewhere worse and to somewhere better, constantly flipping my perspective back and forth (and, ultimately, leaving me moving in no real direction at all most of the time).
Today, I got to have a miniature taste of what it’s like to be rich and/or a fashion model, and it was colorfully fabulous.
Sometimes, looking pointedly at the goal is not the best view…
Sometimes, taking the time to notice the fireworks all around you – and not just the ones in the distance – is the most beautiful view.