I hit a turning point last night. I was sitting alone in my apartment, watching the ABC Family movie Lucky 7, and I thought, “I really should get a cat. A cat would keep me company.” The journey to becoming the Scary Cat Lady, and thereby Tragic Spinster, has officially begun. I mean, nothing against cats, and I do truly like them and think it would be nice to have one. But at that moment, I could feel my impending Cat Lady status.
So I tried to counteract it by reliving my youth, namely, I watched the video from a couple of high school drama trips. In Montana over the Easter break (we didn’t get spring break, we got a 5-day weekend), the drama department took a trip; to Seattle my junior year to see Miss Saigon; to Ashland, Oregon, my senior year to visit the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. A friend took a camcorder with him each year. So I was watching the tape last night, and it was very odd. All these familiar faces, and I couldn’t remember most of the names that went with them. And we looked so young! The Seattle trip was eight years ago. Dang. They were fun times, but odd. It’s so strange to look back sometimes.
Current song in my head:
“Intuition” by Jewel