Thu
Aug
25
The Bat-Building!
Today while driving around downtown Nashville in my Tumbler Civic looking for free parking in the 100+ Degrees and climbing as the a/c went out, I wondered why Warner Bros. hasn’t rented this building for “Rise of the Dark Knight” or whatever they’re calling it?
See the Batman mask/head/cowl thing in that there skyscraper?
Was looking for 3rd Man Records, but everyone I asked either didn’t know, or they said, “Man, there’s no building for it, it’s only a truck that drives around like a bookmobile!”
Knew they were wrong! But I was wrong to head out without looking it up or taking my MacBook with me.
Had to get out of the house today! I felt like shit! Couldn’t breathe, my left eye was stinging like I’d been staring at an arc welder all night, and my skin burned from light sensitivity due to the medication I’m taking. Mainly, I just needed to get out and drive!
Started feeling great as soon as I left! My head cleared up and I started feeling positive about my life! When I was walking around downtown I was looking at the trees on the streets, the storefronts, the pretty people walking by, the guitars in the windows, the gyros being made, the theaters holding auditions, the jurors heading into the courthouse, the tiny pregnant girl with the huge belly incased in a leather corset… It was a real Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood kinda day!
Today needed to be good because I wanted to be alone and it sucks to have a day alone that goes bad, then who do you have to blame? But here I was out with strangers and it felt so much better than hanging around dramatic people I kinda know.
It’s funny, being an actor and loving film and theatre and finding myself turned off by people getting all dramatic and having hissy-fits. While I was walking around in my sweaty clothes I started thinking how assholes really have it made. Hear me out; I get it all the time, “Jerry is so sweet! Jerry is so kind! Jerry is such a good guy!”
Look where it’s got me!
Girls fall for the abusive asshole. Bosses promote the office asshole. Children long for the love of the asshole parent. Jesus saves the asshole. Gays love the asshole. The tax cheater gets away with it because he’s an asshole. The rich asshole, if he ever does time, it’s in a resort style prison. The asshole gets elected. The asshole gets the starring role. The asshole gets the record deal. The asshole gets his film made. The asshole gets the parking spot that still has time on the meter.
The asshole gets everything cause they don’t care. You can tell them until you’re blue in the face how they’ve hurt your feeling, but they’ll smile and say, “Oh, sorry,” and they move on without a thought of how they may have hurt you. They can bury any emotion, sweep it under the carpet, unplug the guilt chip, slip on their psychopath mask, build a wall around them, talk loud, move into your space, threaten violence, hit you, ask for forgiveness, con the therapist, drain you…
But there are those that somehow want more of it… That drama. It must be exciting. It’s so lively. They must love you with all that attention they’re giving you. They’re just doing what’s best for you.
RUN!!!
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Were you born to resist or be abused?
In a world where Batman doesn’t exist it’s imperative to be your own Dark Knight and outsmart the assholes.
