In a deviation from standard procedure, I’m postponing my Project Optimism post until tomorrow. For reasons that will now become apparent.
Yesterday, Tom and I watched Annie Hall for the first time. I know, I’m a comedy writer in New York and I should have seen it long ago. Mistake now corrected.
Anyway, here’s a quote from the end of the movie. Semi-spoiler alert, if you’re even worse about seeing movies than I am:
…It was great seeing Annie again. I realized what a terrific person she was, and how much fun it was just knowing her; and I thought of that old joke, you know, this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, “Doc, my brother’s crazy; he thinks he’s a chicken.” And the doctor says, “Well, why don’t you turn him in?” The guy says, “I would, but I need the eggs.”
Well, I guess that’s pretty much now how I feel about relationships; you know, they’re totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, but I guess we keep going through it because, most of us… need the eggs.
-Alvy Singer (Woody Allen), Annie Hall
Our family cat Twinkie died on Friday. I like to think about how much fun it was just knowing him. Why do people put themselves through this pain every 10-18 years, and then go out and do it again? Maybe pets just give us something we need.
But Twinkie went before his time. We should have gotten many more years of eggs.
I’d like to end on a happier note but all I can say is, that’s life. Whether feline or human American, odds suggest that cancer or heart disease will get us all eventually. We should count ourselves lucky when it’s not something worse.
Sorry that was a bummer. We really are lucky, though.