I’ve often felt like I’ve outgrown my movie poster collection. I used to be proud of them, but when I look at the couple I still display in my apartment, I think, “So you like romantic movies, big deal, nobody cares, Dave…” The same can be said of all things romantic that I’ve dabbled in; for instance, Toastie Radio. Years ago, when Toastie Radio started, an attractive coworker listened and enjoyed it. To my chagrin, she did not conclude, “Wow, the guy who put this music together is the greatest guy I’ve ever met.” I don’t make mixes of love songs anymore. I don’t know what to do with the 180+ that I’ve got. Sometimes I’m tempted to throw them out. Nobody cares, Dave.
Anyway, for whatever reason, I just ordered my first movie poster in several years, one for Love Actually. And I put back up on the walls movie posters that had been in the closet for a few years–What Dreams May Come, Braveheart, and Dave. When Harry Met Sally and Sleepless in Seattle are still up there, the couple I referred to before.
“For whatever reason”…I suppose I still want to allow myself to dream, to hope that there still is a chance…to find happiness, to find love.
And for whatever reason, I’ve decided to share these cheesy, disjointed thoughts in a rare public entry.
New user pic: Polihale Beach, Kauai.
