Sunday, March 2, 2014

Get Your "Be's" and "Something's" Right.


    A lot of the time I wonder what it would be like to “be something.” As a young person living in Los Angeles I often think about what it would be like to be a writer. Or an actor. Or a director. Or a waiter. Well actually not that last one considering my managers are looking to promote me in the coming months and I’m pretty sure I’m going to get a sense of what that’s like very soon. But the point is we all aspire to “be something,” and we are told from a very early age that we must “be something.” Something big. Something prestigious. Something that makes a lot of money. Making all the hot girls we lusted after in high school wishing they would have gone to see that movie with us or let us take them to prom or, oh I dunno, be a way better boyfriend then that jerk Stephen, who we all know was cheating on you with Krista in the dark room of Mr. Alpers photography class, Carly!

But I digress…

     To “be something” is an aspect of life we all strive for even if we don’t fully realize it. However, some people do realize it and they try their hardest to “be” that “something.” But what most people fail to realize is that they strive for the wrong “be.” You see their “be’s” are far too small and trivial in the grander scheme of things, even though they might seem grand themselves, rarely resulting in the “something” they wanted. Take me for instance. I want to “be” George Clooney in hopes that the “something” I get in return is millions of dollars in movie deals and the endless attention of attractive females from around the world. But that’s just not gunna happen.
 

     Speaking of Hollywood, most people there want to “be” famous in the hopes that the “something” they get in return is self-satisfaction and confidence. Allow me to get slightly dark for a moment as I present you a short list of “self-satisfied” famous people:

Kurt Cobain: Self Inflicted Suicide

Philip Seymour Hoffamn: Heroin Overdose

Mama Cass: Death by Ham Sandwhich…? (And also a bad eating disorder).

     The list goes on and on and gravitates to sadder passing’s than “death by deli meat.”  Sure there are a lot of famous people who did find the qualities they were looking for. But none of these people found the self-satisfaction, confidence, or happiness they were seeking through fame.

     People also seek happiness when a person wants to “be” in a relationship, looking for the “something” that is love, trust, and intimacy. At this I ask you a question. How many drunken, spur of the moment Las Vegas marriages don’t end in annulment? Your times up. The answer is none. They all end in annulment. Sometimes even divorce. Which is pretty much the same thing so I don’t see why we have to use a fancy term like “annulment” to describe it.

But I digress…

     The point of all this is that people tend to mix up there “be’s” and “something’s” and there’s a simple way to fix this problem. Just reverse your “something’s” to “be’s”. For instance, if you want to “be” happy then the “something” you get in return will be a loving, trustful, intimate relationship. You should want to “be” confident and self-satisfied and the “something” you’ll get in return is a confidence and sense of self that you’re actually worth something. And if you want “something” like George Clooney then… Well it doesn’t really work for the last example but you get my point.

     So try and get your “be’s” and “something’s” right way round. Think bigger with your “be’s” in hopes for broader “something’s” It’ll help give you a clearer vision of what you want to do with your life. I’m currently working on a “be” myself right now. Well, let me make that a little bit clearer. I’m working on “be-ing myself.” The “something’s” I’m hoping for in return are pretty much all of the above; happiness, confidence, and success.

And a life like George Clooney’s.
 
God, that guy’s got it good.


 
 

Saturday, March 1, 2014

An Open Love Letter To... Ilana Wexler Of "Broad City"


Disclaimer: You might want to watch Broad City before reading.

To my sweet Ilana,

     I have just finished watching all 6 episodes of your amazing new series and I must say, I believe we are soul mates. The moment I watched you unashamedly pull a small baggie of weed out of your "va-hen-ya" I knew you were a woman who not only possessed the raw intelligence it takes to literally outsmart the diligent police force of NYC, but a type of resourcefulness that a lesser woman wouldn't have even thought of, causing them to simply put their weed in their purse or a lesser orifice. Never have I been so turned on by a woman nonchalantly leaving work and her responsibilities. You are a wild mare that simply cannot be tamed. The sight of you stealing your lame bosses office supplies drove me to a cold then simultaneously hot sweat. How I desperately wanted to be the calculator snuggled up against your braless (that's right, I've noticed) bosom.

 

     Your confidence and sex appeal is unmatched as well my wonderful Wexler. Never before have I seen a girl wear what was described as "a napkin" to her place of work and rock it so hard that I not only want to set my table with it, but place my silverware all up on it. You reckless abandon makes my heart pound with desire. Your drive and willingness to do whatever it takes to get Lil' Wayne tickets is like a sexy beacon of light guiding the lost ship that is my desire to you. How I longed for you to awkwardly clean my apartment (in men's boxer briefs) as I watched from afar, probably doing some creepy stuff off camera.


    But what I admire about you the most my sweet, fro haired, Jewish goddess, is your love for your best friend Abbi. Never before have I seen such a loyal friendship and never before has it gotten me so... So... Aroused. I will gladly go butt to butt with a male friend to perform the "Arch De Triumph" on you and Abbi if it is your hearts desire.

 
    But perhaps this intense friendship is why our love could never work, let alone last. It's obvious that you are a free spirit floating in the wind, a spirit that only answers to one very cliché and racist depiction of a Native American Shaman who calls it when it needs some weed or someone to help them find their lost cell phone after a crazy night at some shitty dive bar. And that Shaman is Abbi and I fully respect that relationship.
 

 
So it is here where I will let you go my dazzlingly daring and divine deity. Go. Be with Abbi, for she makes you whole. Makes you who you are. Make you Ilana.
 
 
 
 
P.S. Just know that my penis is the pinkest of penis' and you're really missin' out on that.

 
Love,
Cole.