Tonight my only solace was chocolate, tea, and the movie “Rushmore”. I must say it had been far too long and the events that transpired and the subsequent headache and confusion merited it. It was a good choice for sure.
I forget how young I am sometimes. I take pride in the adult responsibilities that I’ve acquired over the years and I enjoy it when I can manage my days with ease. I marvel at how much I can fit into one day and how easy it becomes to juggle work, school, homework, people, and all the mundane tasks in between. I keep going and going, and before I know it there’s a day when it seems as if the universe conspires against me, and I feel like throwing up my hands and admitting that I’m a fraud of an adult. I’m a little girl playing dress up in her mother’s clothes.
Max Fischer reminds me that the confines of “adult life” need not always apply and that sometimes the greatest skill you can acquire is to be able to pretend that you’ve got everything under control. Or rather, the audacity to do so.
Now I’m not going to go into the movie. I’d be here for too long and sleep is far more precious at the moment. All I can say about it is that it’s unforgettable, endlessly quotable, and full of charm.
Herman: What’s the secret, Max?
Max: The secret?
Herman: Yeah, you seem to have it pretty figured out.
Max: The secret, I don’t know… I guess you’ve just gotta find something you love to do and then…do it for the rest of your life. For me, it’s going to Rushmore.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6Kl9Ab20IY&feature=related
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