Ghostbusters and Pizza, Not #eatpraylove
- americanmaniaczc
- May 3, 2020
- 2 min read
Quarantine has everybody I’m sure becoming a bit more introspective about:
Who they are? What do they want? And, how do they get it? I know for me personally it has made me realize two very important things about myself.
1- Once this is all said and done I would like to learn a legitimate life skill. Whether it be fly fishing, hunting, outdoor survival, you name it. The list is endless. I just hope to become familiar with at least one traditional skill set some day.
2-I want to settle down and start a family. A fun family.
A family that shows 1970's and 1980's comedies to their kids at way too young of an age. A family that pranks each other. A family that fights on the drop of a dime, and then the next minute is laughing about it, and making fun of each other. A messy house, with one too many cats, and dogs.
That scenario use to be the theme of American life. Now we are all locked down in tiny apartments, riddled with student loan and credit card debt. Unable to meet the person to start that hectic stress filled, funny, loving, and frustrating life with.
The new norm is depressing. We have celebrated the middle aged single life because #eatpraylove. What about making the new goal something more like #ghostbustersandpizzanight with the family! Corny, sure. But, damn that sounds way more fulfilling than hopefully traveling to Vietnam alone one day.
Anthony Bourdain was a hero and role model of mine growing up. He got to travel the world alone, and it drove him to suicide. Happiness isn’t “On the Road.” Kerouac’s thesis was taking it to the road should be a pilgrimage to one day find your home. Not make the road your home. Kerouac held deep traditional Catholic beliefs, and not having a traditional fulfilling life drove him to drink himself to death. The brilliance of “On the Road,” and Bourdain’s writings are they are brutally honest cautionary tales. Not road maps to universal happiness.
I want to laugh at raunchy comedies at home, riddled in family debt. Not tucked away in a tiny urban apartment riddled in credit card, and student loan debt. America is a tragic comedy, held together by laughing with family. Not by a population all stuck on a solitary journey leading nowhere.
If I'm not resonating with you, maybe Ray and Winston can help:
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