I think I needed to open myself up to possibilities of "alternative realities" to finally get past the mess.
Remember the movie Bull Durham? I think I was married to Nuke (Meat)....plenty of raw talent, but essentially a dumb a$$. Allowed himself to be molded by whoever happened to be in front of him at the moment. His thinking (when it rarely happened) always got him into more trouble.
Now, I am finding that there are Crashes out in the world.
My favorite line in the movie:
Quote:
Crash Davis: Well, I believe in the soul, the c*ck, the p#ssy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
Maybe he will grow through this whole thing, develop his own beliefs. But there are grown-ups already out there.......what an interesting world I find myself in.
