Me Love Me Long Time

I accepted the invitation to house/dogsit this week (starting yesterday) at the house of a friend's family. They have a beautiful home in Culver City with all the amenities (including A/C which has been an absolute commodity lately out here in HELL). At first, I thought it was going to be a total boredomfest stuck "ALL" the way out in Culver City (5 miles from the beach), but, it has been a absolute 180-degree turn from my "normal" life and, amazingly, an absolute relief.

I think it's interesting sometimes how we get so accustomed to the way our lives run rampant that we don't realize how absolutely insane and at times unhealthy it can be, and living in Venice Beach in my 20s during the summer definitely falls into that category.

I get so caught up in living "the life" that I have a tendency to forget that once in a while it is good for my sweet little brain to take some time to decompress, process and jog the self-reflection neurons. In essence, whack me out of the surreal life that we call "normal". And when you are moving 24-7 in 8 zillion directions, that's just not possible. I needed to take this opportunity to ctl + alt + delete and reboot.

I spent the entire day today cooking, watching flicks ("Kiss Kiss Bang Bang" is AWESOME, just fyi), taking nappy poos, and basically using the time to myself to get a little piece and quiet and holy crap - what a welcome break. I almost forgot how fun I am to hang out with!

Don't get me wrong, I love my friends more than anyone I know - we ALWAYS have a kick-ass time no matter what we do, but, with the bong-gurgling, ass-glued-to-the-couch roommate, his ever-present shrill-voiced girlfriend and the non-stop social agenda lately (price of a social butterfly), I've had ZILCHO time to myself. And you know what? I needed it. I even took a bubble bath with wine, candles and some adult alternative tunes - most romance I've had in what seems like a millennium - and by far the least amount of drama. It was some serious Rachel Time.

Plato (the philosopher, not the odd-textured non-toxic shit you played with as a kid) said, "The unexamined life is not worth living." (I remember this from Philosophy 101 in college - there's $100k well spent.) And he hit the nail on the head - when given the time to examine and analyze the status of my life, I've come up with some necessary measures that will be implemented over the course of the next few months.

What are they? Well, as always, you will just have to wait and see.....