Orange Juice Tuesday November 14, 2006

For the past few days I’ve been debating how to treat ctoverdrive. In particular, what to write about when my thoughts are in a thousand different stratospheres. What to talk about as I rationalize all that has transpired. And really, what does one talk about? What am I comfortable in talking about? It’s been difficult, but I think I’m just gonna talk about Orange Juice. Lots of Orange Juice.

Orange Juice

See there’s a great scene in Swingers, where Ron Livingston’s character comes in and gives a pathetic Mikey a bottle of Orange Juice. For some reason and maybe it has influence from that movie, but I’ve been drinking a lot of Orange Juice. Maybe it’s a little bit of maturity or maybe it’s something that’s changed over time, but despite what my Irish intuition demands I have not reacted by grabbing the bottle.

It would be easy to hide behind alcohol, pop music and negativity. But Orange Juice, that sweet nectar of the gods that it is, lets me be rational. It allows me to accept, learn, dissect and move on. It allows me to pack up her furniture. It allows me to embrace our box of love letters, notes and memories. It allows me to really enjoy the love we had for what it was truly worth. It allows me to draw and to write again. It’ll allows me to sleep, to eat, and to move on in a positive light. And that’s what I’m trying to do. Ease myself into this different and new life, but to also take everything I learned from our phenominal relationship and really cheerish it.

It’s because of Orange Juice and it’s ability not to make me engulfed with bitter sadness that I can cope. Orange Juice has kept me away from turning my life into an anthology of bad emo poetry. I’m starting to smile and starting to enjoy what’s out there again. So that’s Orange Juice and that’s what it means in my life right now. I know it’s a metaphor for something, but I can’t just put my finger on it.

Categories: The-Personnal, The-Family, The Craziness

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