Until just recently I had no idea what I truly wanted to do with my life, so I mingled from thing to thing gathering all sort of experiences, meeting different people, watching lots of movies, listening to music etc just keeping my eyes wide open. Mind and soul, also. I still do all of these things (In fact, I (almost) always have this anxiety to do things (any things) on the same exact level of this will to just Netflix and chill. The same! Exact!), only now I know this is the place I have always wanted to be in and have been working for all along.
And I came to say this because of Netflix. Neah. But actually yeah. My hugging partner and I have just, last night, rewatched Martin Scorsese’s “Goodfellas”. 1. Ray Liota’s character became a gangster just because of the way of a gangster’s life, not money (!) which was (is) awesome. 2. Karen Hill’s (the character) dress, in the rat out at the police station, turned itself into a (the) character which is just as awesome. What? Yes.
And made me realise why I love it so much to be here. Because of moments like these.
When it hit me. My mom took me to my first day of school in a dress just like this from above. Even prettier. I’ll show you when I find the picture. And she mesmerised me in it. Just as she did every morning getting ready for work or at nights for the parties my parents and their friends used to throw. Man!
Just like Lorraine Bracco’s appearance in this scene. And the way they talked about style. My mom and Karen.
It weren’t just my eyes open, I tell you. It were the ears all along, too.
And you never really think of it (I know I didn’t), until you do and you know. So looking back, growing up, I guess I just knew the kind of woman I wanted to be. Or the woman I’ve been becoming without even realising. But then you do. I do, too. In moments like this.
Eyes and ears open, my friends. And love. Free love.
All of it leads us to today and they don’t say “Live in the moment!” for nothing, anyway.
Conclusion of the night: I am dying to wear the dress!
Yeah, interesting choice of words. And pictures.