An Uninteresting Life
So what the hell was Brad Pitt going for when he commented that he was not living an interesting life during the time he was married to Jennifer Aniston?
Seriously, did he think that we poor slobs were going to feel sorry for him?
Poor best-looking guy in the world with more money than God, married to the girl all other guys wants, is bored?
Now I don't know what to make of Jennifer Aniston other than as we are all aware, say it together now:
She's no Kathy Fazzolari.
She isn't either. I mean why the hell does she keep getting dumped? Perhaps there is a deformity of sorts, or bad breath or other bad smells coming from other areas. Who the hell knows?
How many different guys have I seen her with? They all seem to break her heart after she tells Ellen or Oprah or Tyra that this time she's head over heels.
Ten minutes later her perfect ass is out the door.
Now we know, of course, she's uninteresting. I read a whole lot of things into such a statement and its probably unfair to her. What a mean thing for Pitt to say, right?
Probably wrong.
Who is really interested anyway? What makes life interesting?
Lets take those questions seperately.
People aren't meant to share every second of every minute of every hour of their day. There are moments when, in the middle of one of my beautiful wife's stories when I catch myself thinking:
"You know what might be more interesting than this? Hanging out with Angelina Jolie and her billion dollars as we travel the world and try to rid all nations of poverty."
I don't mention that to Kathy when she stops to take a breath.
Because life isn't all that interesting for all that many of us. We don't get to hang on movie sets, smoke weed until our eyes pop out and switch Jen for Angelina. We don't walk down the street with women swooning and telling us they want to do all sorts of crazy things to us.
(Okay, so it does happen to me every once in awhile).
But most people don't have that interesting of an existance.
Of course, I don't feel bad for any of them. They all seem to be a tad uninteresting to me.
What makes life interesting?
Love, of course. A close family and a relationship that makes you smile in appreciation as the long-winded stories come to an end. A few kids that remind you of one another. A long talk with Mom. A shared joke with siblings that are always just a phone call away.
My life has never been uninteresting.
I always knew I was more desirable than Brad Pitt.
(P.S. - Happy Birthday Springsteen).
Seriously, did he think that we poor slobs were going to feel sorry for him?
Poor best-looking guy in the world with more money than God, married to the girl all other guys wants, is bored?
Now I don't know what to make of Jennifer Aniston other than as we are all aware, say it together now:
She's no Kathy Fazzolari.
She isn't either. I mean why the hell does she keep getting dumped? Perhaps there is a deformity of sorts, or bad breath or other bad smells coming from other areas. Who the hell knows?
How many different guys have I seen her with? They all seem to break her heart after she tells Ellen or Oprah or Tyra that this time she's head over heels.
Ten minutes later her perfect ass is out the door.
Now we know, of course, she's uninteresting. I read a whole lot of things into such a statement and its probably unfair to her. What a mean thing for Pitt to say, right?
Probably wrong.
Who is really interested anyway? What makes life interesting?
Lets take those questions seperately.
People aren't meant to share every second of every minute of every hour of their day. There are moments when, in the middle of one of my beautiful wife's stories when I catch myself thinking:
"You know what might be more interesting than this? Hanging out with Angelina Jolie and her billion dollars as we travel the world and try to rid all nations of poverty."
I don't mention that to Kathy when she stops to take a breath.
Because life isn't all that interesting for all that many of us. We don't get to hang on movie sets, smoke weed until our eyes pop out and switch Jen for Angelina. We don't walk down the street with women swooning and telling us they want to do all sorts of crazy things to us.
(Okay, so it does happen to me every once in awhile).
But most people don't have that interesting of an existance.
Of course, I don't feel bad for any of them. They all seem to be a tad uninteresting to me.
What makes life interesting?
Love, of course. A close family and a relationship that makes you smile in appreciation as the long-winded stories come to an end. A few kids that remind you of one another. A long talk with Mom. A shared joke with siblings that are always just a phone call away.
My life has never been uninteresting.
I always knew I was more desirable than Brad Pitt.
(P.S. - Happy Birthday Springsteen).
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