First of all, I’m back. No, I wasn’t arrested nor did I slip into a coma brought on by some horrendous, newly discovered STD, but I can understand why you may have considered both as a possibility.
No, I had to take a little bit of time because I had a flare-up of this pesky little recurring disease I contracted called “A Job”. I don’t know why Bill and Melinda Gates are working so hard on a cure for Malaria when this disease is way more debilitating and epidemic in nature. But, I live with it, like a brave saint.
I’d like to see Sarah McLachlan do a PSA about this. I can look super sad and needy for the camera. I tend to look super sad and needy most of the time these days.
Anyhoo, even amidst the chaos, I did, of course, observe some stuff. I do that.
One observation is that when I am under more stress than the norm, I turn into Holly Hunter.
Not the Holly Hunter of The Piano. That would just be weird and I would like to keep all my digits.
The Holly Hunter from Broadcast News. Which, by the way, is one of my all time favorite movies and one that provides me with constant connections to my own life. If you’ve never seen it, I highly recommend it. My two favorite Brooks are involved (James L. and Albert) and my least favorite Brooke is not (Shields).
Specifically I turn into the Holly Hunter that deals with her stress by locking herself in her office, taking her phone off the hook, then proceeding to sob uncontrollably for several minutes before straightening up and getting back to it.
Since I don’t really have an appropriate office to do this in I notice that driving in a car alone does the trick. People stare at you at traffic lights and you often miss your exit, but we work with what we have. Driving at night is the best option if you can hold it in until the sun goes down. Kind of like an emotionally unbalanced vampire.
Over the last several weeks of this up tick in work/life stress, I’ve had many Broadcast News moments.
For instance, this scene where Albert Brooks has some bodily function issues. Click the picture, you won’t be sorry.
Any woman over the age of 48 most likely knows how this may apply to me without explanation.
Additional quotes from the movie, both from Albert Brooks, that seem to be resonating for me right now:
“Wouldn’t this be a great world if insecurity and desperation made us more attractive? If needy were a turn on?”
“At some point things got so bad it just became funny.”
That last one will be on my headstone.
So, maybe I take it all back. Maybe I’m not Holly Hunter so much as Albert Brooks. Regrettably, that just makes an awful lot of sense.
Maybe Holly would be open to shooting that PSA.