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Was there something out there for me?
Jan. 12th, 2013 01:31 pmI just watched Craigslist Joe. Just, wow. I was tearing up.
I love documentaries, I do. The best thing that came from my massive hangover and not wanting to get out of bed on New Years day was that I grew tired of watching the Hangover on repeat and NOTHING else was on TV. Netflix had offered me another free trial a few days prior, so in my hungover haze I signed back up and proceeded to watch all the episodes of South Park, Futurama, Rugrats, and Hey Arnold for the rest of the day. I like to leave documentaries to when I can actually sit down and watch them, so that is what I did this morning. I watched Happy two days ago, and that was good. Craigslist Joe though, that one just struck a cord. So much so, I'm considering having my first real massive trip alone being a road trip around the US, rather than Peru.
Things such as that documentary restore my faith in humanity. Truly.
The world is full of interesting, amazing, slightly crazy human beings. In just a month's time, he met so many people that were more than happy to help him out. Most of them were so full of life and just so happy to be. It is easy to feel alone, but I can't watching something like that. In the documentary, near the end, he travels with a man from New Orleans to California and he says something along the lines of "I've only known you a month and I feel so close to you." when they had known each other two days. It is amazing how complete strangers can become friends that quickly and share an experience such as driving from New Orleans, to Mexico, and then to California. There are bumps along the way, such as the van that kept dying new the beginning of the documentary, but the journey is worth it.
It had me thinking about my job, actually. Yes, there are certain people that come in that I would, quite frankly, rather never come back ever again, but then you meet the amazing ones. You meet the man I did from Germany whose wife brings him to America to buy glasses every year. He couldn't speak English, but I still felt more connected to him than most people that walk in that door. You meet people like the couple that comes in every year, that despite a huge tragegy that occured to them, they still continue living and laughing. Rather than dwell on what happened, they sit there and tell me stories about it with so much humor. I sat with a woman for maybe about 20 minutes and ended up hugging her as she left. That is how connected I felt to her after just 20 minutes of conversation. I would've never had had the opportunity to meet any of them otherwise.
The beginning of a semester is normally full of little sleep, too much coffee, and bitterness. I rather like this new start to a semester.
I love documentaries, I do. The best thing that came from my massive hangover and not wanting to get out of bed on New Years day was that I grew tired of watching the Hangover on repeat and NOTHING else was on TV. Netflix had offered me another free trial a few days prior, so in my hungover haze I signed back up and proceeded to watch all the episodes of South Park, Futurama, Rugrats, and Hey Arnold for the rest of the day. I like to leave documentaries to when I can actually sit down and watch them, so that is what I did this morning. I watched Happy two days ago, and that was good. Craigslist Joe though, that one just struck a cord. So much so, I'm considering having my first real massive trip alone being a road trip around the US, rather than Peru.
Things such as that documentary restore my faith in humanity. Truly.
The world is full of interesting, amazing, slightly crazy human beings. In just a month's time, he met so many people that were more than happy to help him out. Most of them were so full of life and just so happy to be. It is easy to feel alone, but I can't watching something like that. In the documentary, near the end, he travels with a man from New Orleans to California and he says something along the lines of "I've only known you a month and I feel so close to you." when they had known each other two days. It is amazing how complete strangers can become friends that quickly and share an experience such as driving from New Orleans, to Mexico, and then to California. There are bumps along the way, such as the van that kept dying new the beginning of the documentary, but the journey is worth it.
It had me thinking about my job, actually. Yes, there are certain people that come in that I would, quite frankly, rather never come back ever again, but then you meet the amazing ones. You meet the man I did from Germany whose wife brings him to America to buy glasses every year. He couldn't speak English, but I still felt more connected to him than most people that walk in that door. You meet people like the couple that comes in every year, that despite a huge tragegy that occured to them, they still continue living and laughing. Rather than dwell on what happened, they sit there and tell me stories about it with so much humor. I sat with a woman for maybe about 20 minutes and ended up hugging her as she left. That is how connected I felt to her after just 20 minutes of conversation. I would've never had had the opportunity to meet any of them otherwise.
The beginning of a semester is normally full of little sleep, too much coffee, and bitterness. I rather like this new start to a semester.
