Diamonds Are Forever

In Uncategorized on February 25, 2014 at 12:19 am

Tonight is the night I kept myself from going to bed to blog for the reason people get into blogging. Not the people that get into blogging hoping to become famous and have a movie made out of their attempts to cook through Julia Child’s cookbook or something like that (great movie, by the way), but the people that just need an outlet. I was literally in bed, lights and glasses off, about to lay my head on the pillow, when I thought to myself (among the other things that I will share in this post): “I have to get this off my chest somehow. But wait, I have a blog. Hmm…”

So there I was tonight, catching up on my shows from last night, Shameless and Looking, – those are two show titles; although “Shameless and Looking” would be a pretty good title for a show as well – when I started to examine my life. Why does watching a show about people that live lives completely unlike our own make us feel bad? I mean, I don’t want to be a latchkey kid on drugs trying to dodge my alcoholic father who’s dying of liver failure or a 40 year-old gay man in San Francisco attempting to open a restaurant, but god damn it at least that’s more exciting than my life. Aren’t TV shows, movies, books, most things in life there to distract you from yourself for a while? Thinking about nothing sure as hell gets me to thinking about a lot – feeling down on myself for being 24, living at home, working a job I pretty well dislike, being SINGLE with no immediate hope of escape…did I mention I’ll be 25 this year?

After pondering all this, what’s the logical thing to do? Apparently, it’s to buy yourself a freaking candle with a “diamond” ring in it like I just did. Why? I don’t know, do you? Why do so many people want them? Why are they everywhere? Maybe I bought one in the hopes of finding out what the hype is all about; maybe I did it because I know they’re probably worthless and I want to tell people about my disappointing experience every time I see someone else post on Facebook about wanting one. Oh well, I guess we’ll find out when it gets here in 10-15 days, because that’s a realistic shipping period these days apparently.

Diamonds are forever. Are they all I need to please me? The only thing that feels like forever in my life are my student loans. (I got post-grad jokes, what of it?) Ramble, ramble, I’m done.sweety-pea


A Musing Comeback, Take 2

In Uncategorized on November 13, 2013 at 4:09 pm

So it’s been almost a year since the last time I claimed to be making a comeback to my little blog here. I know you’ve been waiting.

Today, I was on Facebook – not doing much of anything, as usual – and I came across a post someone had shared: “11 Ways to be Unremarkably Average.” Now, I’ve never considered myself average, for various reasons, but I just felt like I was being reminded that I’m painfully 20-something, with a college diploma, working in retail. One of these 11 ways was to think about writing a book, but never actually doing it. I feel like that applies to anything, really: if you think before you speak, but never speak, all you’re doing is wasting time.

So I was thinking to myself “Hey, I’ve got a journalism degree. I might be half as good at writing as I pretend I am; why not whip something up?” The result is a short short short story, maybe the beginning of something else, maybe nothing more than a way to take up time on a boring day off.

Before I get to the story I wrote, here’s one about my real life to put things in perspective. My “freshman experience” class in college was all about the Twilight Zone, relating to story telling and blah blah blah. The final project in this class (admittedly, one of only a handful of things we did all semester) was to come up with a concept for an episode of the Twilight Zone. My story involved a woman in present day Chicago having horrible dreams about running around an empty world, alone, then finally meeting another man who helps her determine they are the last on earth destined to be the Adam and Eve of this new world, repopulating it to former glory. The ultimate twist: Her life in Chicago is the dream and her “dreams” are her real life.

I loved my idea and that the project made me exercise my creativity in a fun way. I feel like what I’ve written today could have been an alternative idea for that assignment. I had fun writing it, maybe I’ll expand upon it later, but without further ado, here it is.

“The Reception” by Joe Dillon.

“You are cordially invited,” I read, “to the Reception. This Saturday, the 16th of November. 6 p.m. Sharp.”

I must have seemed silly standing alone in my apartment, pajama-clad and unshaven, reading aloud the elegantly adorned piece of pastel paper. They call the color Ghost Orchid. By law, only government papers could be printed on that shade of purple, so I guess the name was fitting.

It had arrived in its matching envelope while I was still asleep. I didn’t even think about what day it was when I rolled out of bed, but I was reminded the instant I saw it – “The Invitations” were the only mail delivered on Tuesdays.

I skimmed the rest of the letter, which was mostly background information about “The Reception” and what to expect upon arrival. The last paragraph included some B.S. about what an honor it was to be selected, although everyone’s told from childhood that “all members of society will eventually receive this incredible honor,” as my mother phrased it. Her Invitation came three years ago – on my birthday, actually, which is why I remember it so distinctly.

I didn’t bother to read the fine print at the bottom. It’s common knowledge what it says under the Eligibility of Candidates heading – a rambling paragraph about annual income and overall service to the community, things like that. I didn’t quite think my life at this point had the makings of “The Chosen,” but here was my letter nonetheless.

“The Reception,” I thought. “What a name.” I would have liked to meet the person that decided it sounded exciting to be “cordially invited”; I suppose this name did have more of a ring to it than the original – “Systematic Population Control.”

Over the years since it started, people stopped trying to fight it and “The Reception” has become as necessary a part of life as being born.”


P.S. You know that phenomenon where you think you’ve come up with a completely new thing, but it turns out you read/heard about it somewhere else and your brain forgets that? I’m always afraid I’m a victim of that whenever I do something new…I hope that’s not the case here.

Making a comeback!

In Uncategorized on January 4, 2013 at 8:28 pm