“Bruce is this.” Or so I’ve said. But sometimes I’m not right.
1. Bruce loves blogging and does so about two days out of three.
Except when he doesn’t, such as the last three days. Firstly, I didn’t want to. “But you always want to.” > “No, actually, I don’t.” I watched my unwillingness, sometimes scared about what it meant, and sometimes just fascinated with another part of me. Secondly, I couldn’t think of anything to say. “But you always think of something, even if it doesn’t come until your fingers are poised over the keys.” > “No, I’ve been blank. And then the fear came of not having anything to say for the rest of my life.” Wow. Look at my brain going off into a doomsday scenario. How strange.
Hmm … I appear to be typing.
2. Bruce loves watching the world junior hockey tournament every year, cheering on Canada.
I turned on the TV yesterday for game one: Canada versus the USA. I watched for ten minutes. I wasn’t excited by the flow of play. I didn’t care about Canada winning. I wasn’t interested in seeing Mitch Marner on the ice. He’s a member of our local junior hockey team – the London Knights. “Oh my goodness. Who has taken over my couch? Have I turned into this perpetually peaceful person who no longer gets excited by his experiences in this physical world?” > “No, I don’t think so. Maybe I’m just getting excited by other things these days, such as going to the gym for strength training.” And maybe the sports section of The London Free Press is a thing of the past for me. In any event, I sense that whatever draws me in the future will bring forth zest.
3. Bruce loves action films and can’t wait to see the next Star Wars movie.
Renato and I went to see Star Wars: The Force Awakens last night. I was bored. I got tired of the chases and the shooting. I got tired of everything going so fast. I glommed on to the tender moments, such as when Leia and Han Solo were looking into each other’s eyes. “But Bruce, you’ve always enjoyed the Die Hard movies, Keifer Sutherland in 24, a good old disaster flick.” > “Well, now it seems that I want to watch good stories, love stories, human beings being oh so human.” Such as a movie I saw last week – Room – in which a mom and her young son are imprisoned by a predator for years. To see the love between the two of them, plus the heartache, was so sweet.
I am inconsistent. I contain multitudes