greenthing

Now, bear with me here because I’m about to lay some heavily overused Minnie Driver bullshit on you. 

“Some people say forgive and forget. Nah, I don’t know. I say forget about forgiving and just accept. And…get the hell out of town.”

The last scene of Grosse Pointe Blank gets me every time. Minnie Driver and John Cusack are driving down the highway in a convertible and she’s smoking a cigarette and they’re both wearing sunglasses, taking pictures of each other, and then Minnie Driver says that really noted line, and then Gordon Gano chimes in with the lyrics to Blister in the Sun. I’m not saying it’s like, cinematic perfection but, to me, it’s kind of beautiful. 

I was sixteen the first time I saw Grosse Pointe Blank and it didn’t move me or change me or anything, but that line always stuck with me. It hung around the back of my mind for a while, and slowly crept up into my immediate thoughts when I was twenty, sitting on the floor of my mom’s walk-in closet, looking at pictures, contemplating whether or not staying in Texas and trying to figure out my life there was worth it.

I’m not saying that Minnie Driver was the deciding force in uprooting my life and starting over again. Jesus Christ, what kind of human would that make me? But that quote, forget forgiving and just accept…it made sense. Like, bitch knew what she was talking about. The whole getting out of town thing was just strangely parallel. 

Debi Newberry kind of knows what’s up. 

Let’s be real. Let’s be real and raw here, ok? 

I’m going to be twenty two in seven weeks and one day. 

I don’t really remember anything about my 21st birthday because being born on St. Patrick’s Day and having the last name Green means that everyone you encounter is greeted with these facts and you are bought booze. That’s just the way it is. 

Anyway, I’m going to be twenty two in seven weeks and one day and I was going through some birthday pictures from last year, and I found this charming little diptych of myself the morning after (courtesy of Amanda), and I thought, wow. I am a good time.

I am a good time. 

Things that make me uncomfortable about myself:

- The twenty minutes I just spent saying, “It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again”, laughing myself sick. 

- How often I use the term “cock”. 

- The fact that my face hasn’t changed since I was born. 

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Oh…my god. 

I stand firmly in my belief.