Take it How You like It

What turned out to be what I thought was a conference turned out to be a trip to the movies to see Resurrecting the Champ. It was okay, I thought, but I normally don’t like movies based on true stories. I don’t know, I can’t describe it, I just don’t. Well, then again, maybe it depends on what the true life account is of. If a movie comes out and it’s based on a book, I don’t think I’ll see it just because they’ll cut major parts out of the movie that’s in the book. I can’t remember any movies based on books off hand that I’ve seen, no wait, I think the last one I saw was Memoirs of a Geisha and wait, let me correct myself here, I did read that book. I read it and I liked it, so when the movie came out I had to see it. Unfortunately the movie came out about five years after I had read the book so I forgot every sequence the main character went through. I just remember the major parts that were told in the story, the main character getting teased by others and her developing into a successful geisha. I was thinking about reading the book again because it was so good, but I can’t read a same book twice. That’s why I’ve been looking for some interesting books to read. The last book I read was The Day the Voices Stopped and it was really good. It was a memoir about suffering with mental illness. But it got me fuming at God because the author died before the book was published. I knew he was in heaven, and I was still down here. I was going to say even though I liked reading the book, I’d never pick it up again because the guy’s dead. I guess you can tell by now that I like reading memoirs. I do, and the latest book I wanted to pick up was A Silent Partner by Dina Matos McGreevy but because she’s Catholic I’m not bothering. There’s going to be a lot of things in there about her faith and I don’t want to read it. Someone would say keep an open mind, but I just can’t. So I’m still searching. It really doesn’t have to be an autobiography because I remember I read Valley of the Dolls, and that was a good book. It was really thick and I liked that because I was enjoying every page. I was shocked that most of the stuff the ladies were dealing with back in their day are still going on today. All I can recall is one girl having breast cancer, but there were a couple other things that had me with my mouth open. I’m sorry, I wasn’t alive in the 50’s. I’m the X generation. I forgot how they defined us. The way they’re putting attention on the baby boomers getting older is the same attention I want put on my generation when it’s our time. I hope I won’t be alive for that anyhow. It puzzles me how Christians keep reading faithfully about the end times in the Bible but still decide to have more kids. Why? You know the world is going to end, why start a family now? You don’t know how much longer you have left! That’s adults being stupid. I really can’t stand to see people in love or women having babies, it makes me sick. I hate pregnant women. I want to through them in hell myself. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be that way, but I can’t help it. Watch, when I get skinny again and move from where I’m living now, I’m going to be prancing around in revealing clothing all around the married men. They won’t be having sex with me, but when they’re with their wives at night they’ll be thinking of the interesting woman they saw in the Shoprite that day.