Wow, I have been writing less and less, haven't I? Well, to be honest, there hasn't been much to write about. For a while now, I've felt like I'm just existing. The only purpose to my life has been earning money to pay off my debts, and I can't get that done quickly enough to suit me. I am loathe to think that this is what the rest of my life will be like: being a workhorse with no greater purpose. I pour out love quite abundantly and give so much of myself to things that don't even matter. In return, I feel I get nothing but worry and stress. I am far too young to think of my life as going nowhere, but that is precisely how I feel.
I do have something to write about today, though. When I was a senior in high school, I became interested in George Burns and Gracie Allen, partly thanks to reading this book penned by George called "Gracie: A Love Story". Thanks to purchasing an antenna (after four years without cable or internet) and picking up a classics channel, I have rediscovered Burns & Allen. Obviously, I didn't forget them. Who could? But this station brought them to the forefront of my mind, and I have been brought such happiness because of this.
George and Gracie were beautiful, talented people, but the reason I love them so much is because they so loved each other. I always have these running fantasies about couples. I ask, "What if Lucy and Desi's relationship wasn't so volatile and they had stayed together?" "Lindsey and Stevie still love each other. They should be together." George and Gracie though, they stayed together. In fact, George never remarried after Gracie died. And one of the best parts for me? In the aforementioned book, he states that the first night he made love to Gracie was the best night of his life. He actually changed "had sex" to "made love" to more accurately describe it. He was about 90 when he wrote this. Over 20 years after her death, and he still remembered that night. God. Isn't that one of the most romantic things you've ever heard? They were so amazing.
I am being a total geek over this. It's sad.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
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