I went to Half Price books today. As I was in line to check out, I saw a book about Heath Ledger. It was only five dollars, so I grabbed it. I'm excited to read it but also feel kind of icky, because it might be an unauthorized gossipy biography thing. Though I am tempted by that stuff, I feel it's not quite good for our soul.
But I have it. I'm going to read it soon. I'm not going to read about it before I read it because that will cloud my judgement. I'll read the book; THEN I'll cloud my judgement by reading reviews of the book and information about the author.
I was thinking how not everything you read or see is true. When I was on TV, they said I was born in Texas. That's not quite true. Well, actually it's very much not true. I had never even been to Texas until I was in my early 20's.
I didn't mind the mistake that much, though, because I kind of liked the idea of being born and raised somewhere. I've moved around a lot and don't really feel like I have a hometown. Actually, probably the thing I have that's the closest to being my hometown is Disney World. It's probably the place that's been the most consistent in my life.
Anyway, in rare moments I'm okay with people making mistakes about me. Often I get annoyed. I was annoyed recently when my mom said that my obsession with Australia began when my cousin moved there. I lost my cool a bit about that.
If I understood her correctly, she thought I went to Australia to visit my cousin and then I became obsessed. It makes little sense because my cousin lived about an hour away for a couple of years and we hardly bothered to see each other.
After I freaked out a bit, she corrected herself. My cousin's move to Australia isn't what sparked my obsession, but her moving there gave me the kick in the butt to follow my obsession. I'm not sure if that's what she meant originally, and it got lost in translation. Or my protest made her realize she had it wrong, and so she changed her tune.
Anyway, then today I started thinking, I kind of like my mom's story. And in my head, I added to it. It's really wild. Here's how it goes....
Maybe I didn't see my cousin a lot in Texas, but that doesn't mean I didn't have a huge obsessive crush on her. Maybe I was just too shy to act on it. Plus, she's my cousin, and we're both married. So maybe I just bottled it all up. Then when she moved to Australia, I was devastated. I had to go visit her, so I pretended to have this sudden interest in visiting Australia. Maybe in some weird way it was easier to say Hey, I'm going to visit you in Sydney rather than Hey, I'm going to visit you in Dallas!
The thing that wouldn't fit is that when we went back to Sydney in 2013, she no longer lived there. BUT maybe I just wanted to be in the city in which she used to live. Maybe that was enough for me. I could feel her aura as soon as we stepped off the plane.
I personally prefer the real story of how I became obsessed with Australia, but this fake one isn't too awful.
But I have it. I'm going to read it soon. I'm not going to read about it before I read it because that will cloud my judgement. I'll read the book; THEN I'll cloud my judgement by reading reviews of the book and information about the author.
I was thinking how not everything you read or see is true. When I was on TV, they said I was born in Texas. That's not quite true. Well, actually it's very much not true. I had never even been to Texas until I was in my early 20's.
I didn't mind the mistake that much, though, because I kind of liked the idea of being born and raised somewhere. I've moved around a lot and don't really feel like I have a hometown. Actually, probably the thing I have that's the closest to being my hometown is Disney World. It's probably the place that's been the most consistent in my life.
Anyway, in rare moments I'm okay with people making mistakes about me. Often I get annoyed. I was annoyed recently when my mom said that my obsession with Australia began when my cousin moved there. I lost my cool a bit about that.
If I understood her correctly, she thought I went to Australia to visit my cousin and then I became obsessed. It makes little sense because my cousin lived about an hour away for a couple of years and we hardly bothered to see each other.
After I freaked out a bit, she corrected herself. My cousin's move to Australia isn't what sparked my obsession, but her moving there gave me the kick in the butt to follow my obsession. I'm not sure if that's what she meant originally, and it got lost in translation. Or my protest made her realize she had it wrong, and so she changed her tune.
Anyway, then today I started thinking, I kind of like my mom's story. And in my head, I added to it. It's really wild. Here's how it goes....
Maybe I didn't see my cousin a lot in Texas, but that doesn't mean I didn't have a huge obsessive crush on her. Maybe I was just too shy to act on it. Plus, she's my cousin, and we're both married. So maybe I just bottled it all up. Then when she moved to Australia, I was devastated. I had to go visit her, so I pretended to have this sudden interest in visiting Australia. Maybe in some weird way it was easier to say Hey, I'm going to visit you in Sydney rather than Hey, I'm going to visit you in Dallas!
The thing that wouldn't fit is that when we went back to Sydney in 2013, she no longer lived there. BUT maybe I just wanted to be in the city in which she used to live. Maybe that was enough for me. I could feel her aura as soon as we stepped off the plane.
I personally prefer the real story of how I became obsessed with Australia, but this fake one isn't too awful.
What would our world be like if we
knew for sure there
was life after death, and
we could easily talk to our
dearly-departed on the Internet?
The Dead are Online a novel by Dina Roberts
"unauthorized gossipy biography thing". Sounds perfect.
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