Salutations, folks. What it do? Oh, not too much. You know. The usual. Are you impressed that I can carry a one-way conversation with myself? I am. Anywho, let’s get down to business.
A couple nights ago, I was reading, as I’m apt to do before going to sleep, and I came across something that evoked such a response from me that I figured I’d tell you all about it. The book I’m reading is My Boring-Ass Life by none other than the director extraordinaire, Kevin Smith. Firstly, the book is a collection of Mr. Smith’s blogs over a two year period, and it’s absolutely hilarious. I like blogs, if they’re as good as mine, and let me say that Kevin sure knows how to make me roar with laughter. He literally writes about everything, from bowel movements, to giving his Mrs. the ol’ “one, two, how do you do?” I think it’s awesome, so I urge you to buy the book.
However, Mr. Smith also knows how to pull at heart-strings too. In one of his entries, he told the story of the last day of his father’s life, and it was unreal. It was amazing how he could blend heart-felt warmth with sadness. I like to pride myself as emotionally indifferent, for I find that if I put my heart into something and it falls through, it hurts me, as I’m sure it would other people. But let me tell you this as a side note: When I was in the eighth grade, my cat Oreo got killed by a car, and its death rocked my world in the worst way possible. When I got back from swimming lessons I let her outside, and an hour later she turned up dead on the street in front of my house. Of course, I blamed myself, and cried like a girl with a scraped knee the whole night. What I’m getting at is that my Dad would bring this up from time to time, and just recently I realized that because I felt bad about my cat’s death, my dad made me feel like it was wrong to let myself get attached to things. Consequently, I became emotionally hardened. I’m not a stone, I have a pulse, but I don’t like getting attached to things that’ll inevitably hurt me. So, with that background, I’ll tell you what this has to do with the chapter in the book.
As I was saying, Kevin told an amazing story about his father, and the events that led up to his passing. I already knew beforehand that his father had passed, so I knew what I was getting into. As the chapter went on, I learned a lot about Kevin’s relationship with his father, and I started getting that bulging feeling in my throat. I held it back as long as I could, but I broke, and the waterworks started. I hadn’t cried like this since my cat died way back when, and I found this surprising, for the catalyst was ten pages of a book about somebody of who I have no personal attachment to. The chapter really just made me think, and made me realize how grateful I am to be alive, and have my dad here. Yeah, so aside from that, the book is hilarious, and you should all go out and buy it. I dare you to make it through that chapter without feeling emotional, you gargoyles. Just kidding, you aren’t gargoyles. However, it would be cool if you were.
