Live Forever

I remember watching an interview with John Cleese. I wasn’t watching the interview with John Cleese, he was being interviewed and I happened to be watching. He was explaining what makes things funny and how to make those things even funnier. It was funny to watch Basil Faulty having an emotional breakdown in the front lobby of the hotel, but it was even funnier to have someone watching Basil as he had the breakdown. That is true in every case that I have watched so far in my life.

On a personal level, it is tragic if someone falls down a flight of stairs. It is tragically hilarious if you happen to be watching that person fall down the stairs. Well, assuming he doesn’t really get hurt. Nah…even then.

I guess everything is better if it is shared. I enjoy a movie more if I am watching it with someone else and I just can’t wait to re-watch a show I liked with Louise. Sometimes she likes the show and sometimes she doesn’t, but at least we have that experience together. When something happens to me, the first thing I want to do is to tell Louise about it. Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we just wonder what the hell is wrong with some people. I just love watching movies with Hurricane and Tornado, I get to see the movies through new eyes that see the magic and wonder in all things. I can hardly wait till Tsunami is old enough to watch those Princess movies with me. I suppose it is possible that she won’t want anything to do with the Princess genre of movies, and that’s okay too. I’ll watch them myself.

The absolute worst thing that can happen to me is when I am doing something for Louise and I can’t tell her because it will ruin the surprise. I am not good with secrets and secrets aren’t good with me. I keep wanting to talk to her about the second and third season of “The Newsroom”, but she is going to have to watch season one first…

Sometimes I take Louise for granted and I really shouldn’t. I have a friend or two who find themselves in their sixth decade and alone in the world. Oh, they have family, friends and in some cases co-workers, but when the sun goes down and the 11:00 o’clock news is over they turn the lights out in a home that only has one person in it. I don’t know if I would be able to deal with that and stay sane. A buddy of mine is worried about his health and he is the only one worried about his health. Louise worries for me and makes sure that I look after myself. That is love, well; love and I don’t believe she wants to be alone anymore than I do.

I think we should make a pact. Neither one of us will die without the other ones consent. That way, there is a good possibility we will live forever.