Sunday’s consists of the same thing – sewing, watching movies, and eating lots of carbs (after my morning stint at the gym, of course). It’s what I do almost every Sunday. It’s my routine and it washes away the chaos of the previous week, refreshes me, and prepares me for the week ahead. The Sundays that I miss my routine, like when I spontaneously fly home to Florida, something seems missing the next week.
While sewing and eating lots of carbs, I watch a wide arrange of movies. Stuart Little, Harry Potter, Hangover, Cool Hand Luke, Sabrina, How To Steal A Million, What Women Want, Something’s Gotta Give, West Side Story, Julie and Julia, The Fallen, Requiem for A Dream, 5th Element. Seriously, I watch it all. Lately, though, my movie marathon has turned into something different, a TV sitcom marathon. About a month ago, it was Dawson’s Creek but now it’s Friends, Season 1.
Rachel’s “The Rachel” hairdo is amazing and tacky at the same time, Monica’s neatnik habits is painful to watch, and Joey’s “How you doin” reminds me of my brother, James. Also, the use of “so” to modify adjectives is enough to put any other intensifier to shame. I enjoy these things about the show but more so, I am enjoying watching the unconventional lives their living. Rachel is a recent heartbreaker (she left her fiancé at the alter to move to the NYC and live with Monica) who is working as a waitress at a coffee shop. She’s not married, doesn’t have a career, and has been living off of daddy’s credit card since exiting the womb. Monica, the mother hen of the show, is a chef dating a man 21 years her senior. And Ross is a paleontologist… need I say more? Neither of their lives are normal but that’s okay because neither is mine.
“Should” is a word I do not like. I should graduate college, I should get married and have kids, I should party on Saturday night. The only times I use the word “should” is when it precedes or follows the word “want” – “I should do what I want” or “I want to do this, so I should do that.” This is what Rachel, Monica, Pheobe, Ross, Joey, and Chandler do – they do what they want, no what they should. If Rachel wants to have a baby out of wedlock, she should (and she does). If Pheobe wants to be a masseuse and sing “Smelly Cat,” she should (and she does). If Chandler wants to quit his job as an executive in statistical analysis to become a copywriter in advertising, he should (and he does).