“Bored now!” ~ Benedict Cumberbatch in “Sherlock
I was sitting in my favorite chair, in my favorite room, with my favorite person. I had an inkling that neither of us was happy.
I glanced furtively over my shoulder to see what was happening with my wife. She was glancing at me.
“Bored?,” I asked.
“Oh, my, yes!”
She reached for the clicker and the babble-box went blank.
Three times in as many days we repeated a version of this scenario.
Perhaps my tastes have changed.
There was a time in my life when watching Bill Murray as Hunter Thompson in “Where the Buffalos Roam” might have been entertaining; now it seemed like self-indulgent drivel. I know that at some level I still find Tom Lehrer’s musical satire entertaining but suddenly I found him “very clever, but not particularly insightful.”
Maybe it’s really a recognition that this moment matters and if there’s nothing that I value happening in it I had best get on with playing at a game that does have relevancy. And do so quickly.
I saw the indie documentary Advanced Style the other day and was impressed with the joie de vivre displayed in women from 50 to 96 who have chosen to follow their own path style-wise. Ilona Smithkin, a 96 year-old over-the-top artist, commented on her unwillingness to take on long or multiple projects.
“I don’t buy green bananas!” ~ Ilona Royce Smithkin
Not buying green bananas speaks to what I’ve been feeling lately. Frankly, when we truly comprehend that this moment is all that there is and that nothing else is promised we should become completely impatient with anything that is off purpose.
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