Waiting and Wishing

The banana suit (a classic) came out for the Bay to Breakers on Sunday. And because you guys asked for it...

Parisa¹: I got your message last night. My phone was dead, and I haven't listened to voicemail yet. So talk to me.

Me: I can't talk. I'm trying to write my blog.

      Actually I haven't started writing it yet. I thought I knew what I was going to write, but now I'm "eh" on it.

Parisa: What were you going to write about?

Me: Well... first I was going to write about ponytails on men.

       I mean, seriously—the only man alive who looks good in a ponytail is Johnny Depp. The rest are just imitations.

       But to do a post on male-ponytails justice, I'd need candid photos, so that is a blog for another day.

Parisa: Um. Right.

Me: So I thought I could write about Stevie Wonder. It was his birthday last week too, you know. I've been wondering if he got cupcakes for his day like I did.

       And I've discovered I quite like a lot of his songs. Like "Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours."

Parisa: But you're not going to write about him?

Me: No. 

Parisa: Why not?

Me: *shrug* What would the moral of the story be?

Parisa: Good point.

Me: The Bay to Breakers race yesterday seemed like a good topic. It's the big race where people run wearing costumes. Or they run naked. I thought I could write about the naked man I saw crossing the finish line and how his dangly bits were shriveled from the cold. 

Parisa: But you've wisely chosen a different topic, yes?

Me: Yes.

Parisa: What is it?

Me: Waiting.

Parisa: Waiting for what?

Me: Stuff. Life. Motivation. Whatever. Anything. 

Parisa: Okay.

Me: It's just sometimes I forget that I'm living.

       I mean, not that I think that I'm dead.

Parisa: Riiiiight.

Me: I find myself waiting to do something, for an assortment of reasons. Like time, or money, or opportunity.

      But why wait?

      I mean, if you want to participate in a flash mob, why not just organize it?

Parisa: This is about being in a flash mob?

Me: Partly. But it's a universal theme that applies to anything.

Parisa: So what's the moral of the story?

Me: Don't wait. Just do.

Parisa: Exactly.

Me: Thanks. You were a big help. <-- That was sarcastic.

Parisa: :) 

¹ Transcripts from Google-chat. I may have taken a liberty or two with some of the content. Ahem.