made plans to go out for a walk with my dad Weeks ago. we're meant to go Tomorrow. I get up today and he says he doesnt wanna go anymore. I'm disappointed, obviously, but I say that's okay.
I resign myself to not going, so I don't make any preperations wrt my dog, what im gonna eat (cant exactly stop at subway when im GF). I just figure we can go next weekend.
Dad feels guilty, says we can go after all. I say not to worry, if he doesn't wanna go, he doesn't wanna go. We can do it another time. 10pm comes around and He turns it around and starts guilting ME about how he really wants to go all of a sudden. "We'll leave at 8am. If you're not up by 7 I'll assume we aren't going 😔" DUDE YOU DIDNT WANNA GO. WHY IS IT MY FAULT NOW? I cant take the dog and have nobody to check on her. I haven't been able to find anywhere to eat so now i have to stay up late packing lunches for me and him. It's 2am and he wants me up my 7 so we can get there early enough that he has time to drink when he gets home.
He's usually great but I really cannot fucking stand him sometimes like I can't just LEAVE like he can. I have to actually Make Preparations. He saw I was disappointed and couldn't just Let Me Be disappointed.
It's a minor problem i know im being petty but. im up looking at our cupboards trying to make lunch for us both and im so tired. like its easy for him to just Go somewhere because he doesnt have to think about food, or the dog, or money besides what it costs to drive there. im sick to death of it.
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Every day, I wish and hope that I'll wake up and be in the 1920's. Not because everything was better back then, but just because things were more alive back then. Or at least, it feels that way.
You look at some dance routines today, and there is most definitely talent on display, sure, but then you go and watch someone like Gene Kelly or especially The Nicolas Brothers dance and you're left sitting there like, "...what happened? Why don't we do this anymore?"
Music performances too. There are truly some talented people doing amazing stuff today, but it just doesn't feel as vibrant and alive as watching a big jazz band improv with each other in front of a crowd.
Singers weren't trying to sell, they were just, well, singing. There was more flexibility in vocal performance from what I can tell, and honestly this one warrants its own post.
Tap dance is considered stupid largely by non-dancers, when it's actually REALLY HARD and fully of such joy and whimsy. You're a musical instrument and dancing at the same time! What's not to love? Not to mention, the physical toll that takes on a person. Insane.
The only dance I was taught as a kid was the slow dance. If I wanted to learn anything else, my parents said no, unless it was ballet, but I was never interested in that personally. Now, I look back on things like the Charleston or the Lindy Hop and I just wanna learn how to move like that; to let go and be in the moment. I don't know how, and none of the adults in my life can tell me, either.
The movies back then were so creative and grand, considering the budget and scale they were allowed to work with. Stuff like Robin Hood or Metropolis are absolutely jaw-dropping, and yes, we could make that today, but it'd be with CGI or super realism, when a huge part of the charm came from the use of miniatures and spot-on performances and choreography.
Listen. We still have all of these today. Even tap dancing is still around, even if it's largely (wrongfully) considered silly by many. But it just doesn't feel the same. I'm not sure how to put it into words. The 1920's was where our modern times were really born, I think, with inventions like the camera, the radio, animation, jazz, ect all coming together in this decade to launch new art forms, entertainment, and way of life. They weren't called "The Roaring 20s" for nothing.
I wanna live in that so bad.
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