Degrassi & Coronation Street with a Dash of Happy Days
May 25, 2007 by rilla
Over the last several months my life has reached epic proportions of soap opera content. Don't believe me? Here are some quotations from friends that I have remembered not only for their aptness, but for their complete memorablity:
In that spirit, I've been rather antsy to talk about my new honey. Rob's been appraised of the situation ages and ages ago now, and has been a kind advisor during most of the soap opera plot that's been unravelling over the past several weeks. I even had the guts to tell my mom that I was involved with a new fella, and this was actually harder than I thought it would be. Of course, as usual, she was as supportive and cool as ever. I'm not sure exactly what I'd have to pull out of my hat to freak my mom out, but it seems that no matter what comes out of my mouth, she can handle. She also does so with grace and kindness.
So, most of you are already way on top of all o' this situation, but some of you aren't. My pseudo-boyfriend has been upgraded to boyfriend. Kaz and I have this thing, and I hate all the cliche relationship terms, and none of them exactly fit what's going on with us. In fact, for that very reason things have been more soap opera-esque than any relationship that I've ever been in. Not suprisingly, what with the ongoing divorce, I'm fairly gunshy about any commitmenty kind of thing. Ok, let's upgrade that from gunshy to completely fucking terrified. Also not surprisingly, Kaz -- with his ongoing divorce -- gets pretty fucking terrified about my gunshyness. So, we've got this thing that we say whenever one of us starts to freak out, which is usually me, honestly. First whoever's freaking out says, "I'M FREAKING OUT!" and then the other replies with "I love you. You love me. Let's leave it at that." And really, that simples things up considerably. So, I've got no clue what to call our relationship, but I'm really happy.
It has been a heyday of drama, drama, drama, and I've been working pretty hard to not let it spill into my blog. Like any good soap opera lots of people are all tangled up in my plotline, and I've been trying not to be disprespectful or tell secrets that aren't mine to tell. I'm fresh out of secrets, personally, and once again my life is an open book. The astute reader has probably noticed that there are a few more people who pop up in my posts than usual, and an even more astute reader has probably noticed that some people are being talked about less and less. Rob and I are still getting along swell, but we simply aren't in touch to the same capacity that we once were, and this is natural and makes complete sense. He's got a new gal, and he tells me many sweet things about her. You'd think that I'd be upset or hurt about the situation, but I'm really not. Not in the least. I'm taking this as a sign that he and I are going to be ok no matter what."We'll be lucky if no one gets shot over this."
"I guess I had you on a bit of a pedastal, and now you're not there."
"You're submitting. Don't stop looking for your own path."
"Can I still kiss you?"
"Your life is better than Laguna Beach! I can't wait to see what
happens next episode."
"You make me feel like I'm 17 again.""Weren't you supposed to be finding yourself?"
"You make me feel like a 14-year-old girl all over again."
In that spirit, I've been rather antsy to talk about my new honey. Rob's been appraised of the situation ages and ages ago now, and has been a kind advisor during most of the soap opera plot that's been unravelling over the past several weeks. I even had the guts to tell my mom that I was involved with a new fella, and this was actually harder than I thought it would be. Of course, as usual, she was as supportive and cool as ever. I'm not sure exactly what I'd have to pull out of my hat to freak my mom out, but it seems that no matter what comes out of my mouth, she can handle. She also does so with grace and kindness.
So, most of you are already way on top of all o' this situation, but some of you aren't. My pseudo-boyfriend has been upgraded to boyfriend. Kaz and I have this thing, and I hate all the cliche relationship terms, and none of them exactly fit what's going on with us. In fact, for that very reason things have been more soap opera-esque than any relationship that I've ever been in. Not suprisingly, what with the ongoing divorce, I'm fairly gunshy about any commitmenty kind of thing. Ok, let's upgrade that from gunshy to completely fucking terrified. Also not surprisingly, Kaz -- with his ongoing divorce -- gets pretty fucking terrified about my gunshyness. So, we've got this thing that we say whenever one of us starts to freak out, which is usually me, honestly. First whoever's freaking out says, "I'M FREAKING OUT!" and then the other replies with "I love you. You love me. Let's leave it at that." And really, that simples things up considerably. So, I've got no clue what to call our relationship, but I'm really happy.
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Call it LOVE
I remember some of those.
It would be much more alarming if you (either or all of you) weren't freaking out.
As Chinua Achebe said, "Things Fall Apart". It's the starting point for things to grow again. Everything has a cycle.
I'm the Fonz, right?
Em
Happy is the key.
allan: You romantic you!
cori: You should remember some of those, you said a few of them. I'd be devastated if'n you didn't.
cenobyte: Things Fall Apart is one of my favorite novels. I'm pretty gruntled about it.
em: You're Mrs. P. I kid, I kid. You can be the fonz.
ryguy: Happy is good.
You know, I just remembered something. That something is that when we first starting becoming friends, I was so envious because you didn't seem to have any skeletons in your closet and I TRIED to find them so that I could understand you better.
I think that was the beginning of the idea.