Little things

I liked that monologue by the sea by Ethan Hawke (sp?) in that film, Reality Bites. That reminds me of a joke. Meh.

So it's a monologue about how he ellicits pleasure and comfort from the world despite the shitness of his life, by focusing on little things.

My life isn't shit. Generally it's quite good. But the odd day I find a reason to be sad and as it's not a nice feeling, i look for distraction and comfort.

When my phone is about to receive a message, the picture flickers beforehand and it reminds me of how a quintessential clairvoyant's eyes go just as she's about to receive a communication.

Today I was really hoping that my blinking phone, was about to bring me a message of comfort: that my mate was free and would meet me for a pint.

He was, and he did.

If he hadn't been, I'd have tried to take pleasure in my little simile; my blinky phone with its ethereal messages.

Then i probably would have tried someone else.