I've been trying to wean myself off of this show. It's so, depressing, yet so.. well done. Curse you DVR and Sunday nights for keeping a slot open where the temptation to just slide onto the leather perch and watch another hour of this glorifying train wreck just becomes inevitable. But I digress. Something interesting from this past week's episode stuck with me. The character of Pryce makes a small aside to Don Draper during the stint at the hospital for the executive that had the foot run over by a lawnmower (if you have to ask... ugh, just don't). And I think it went along the lines of 'I've been taking up reading of American literature... and had a go at Tom Sawyer.... and funny, I feel as though I've just been to my funeral. And I didn't much like the eulogy'. Feeling like I'm in that place right about now. And maybe that's a slight exaggeration. And then again, maybe not. Today? Really hits it home. It's like Don Draper not getting that hinted at promotion, like the continued and pointless existence of Bertrand Cooper and Mr. Sterling. It's the feeling that time is being wasted, and not liking the outcome. Who wants to be a muckety-muck, because at the end of the day? They aren't the ones that make the impact and are remembered. I look around. Friends are hanging up the corporate shackles and going off to travel the world. Others are striking it out solo and building businesses, trying to make the world a little bit greener one step at a time. And me? Blindly groping around. Not attached to a hobby or extra-curricular pursuit. Life has become a simple rotation of 1. work at the salt mines, 2. spend as much time with the little one as possible 3. clean the castle, 4. get shit / errands done. There are of course some nice meals and good wines in between 2 and 3. And there are some enjoyable getaways between 3 and 4 (witness our weekend camping excursion to Yosemite). But there is something lacking. The CEO says perhaps that there is too much emotional investment in the daily superhero act. Perhaps he is right. And perhaps there is just a high level of crabby this week because it just seems like things are sliding around on the rails in a fashion that is discomforting. And I've lost the map and don't know where I am. And maybe too it's a sense of fear given the upcoming trip to India next week. Yes, off to very foreign lands. For one who has never been farther than Italy, (and who hasn't traveled in a long time), it's a challenge. Though I will admit to peeking at a map today and calculating the distance from Mumbai to Nepal (only about 800 or so miles to Everest base camp!) Part explorer, part recluse. The curse of the Gemini.
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