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Saturday
Mar022013

Sometimes I feel like I'm an eccentric in training

Some dreams are big, while others are a bit smaller. I always have this urge to dress up and go for lunch alone; working on a manuscript or a novel... just picture Woody Allen's New York and you've got pretty good idea of what I mean. Blogging may be a far cry from the next great Canadian novel, but here we are. I am wearing a tie and I am having lunch at the bar of one of my favourite restaurants on a Saturday afternoon, so two out of three ain't bad.

I don't know why I have all of these weird ideas of how I want to live my life, and I'm further confused as to why I've had these ideas since I was a shy 12 year old in northern Quebec. The best theory so far is that I was meant to be an eccentric. I just happen to be missing the money to do it full time.

I must have picked the right day to indulge because there are Parisian Frenchmen behind me, pontificating about all things French, jazz playing in the background at the perfect level, and I'm the youngest person in the place by at least 15 years.

I know I was a weird kid, and--thankfully--my social awkwardness has lessened as I got older, but I never truly indulged it until the last fee years. Maybe it has something to so with maturity or finally accepting who I am, but its kind if nice to be able to say "I'm a bit of a weirdo.. And I'm ok with that," in the same breath.

And I'm glad I got all of that out of me before the second course, so I can enjoy the rest of my meal and figure out where I want to go for dessert.