Life peculiarities

I’ve been reading “Up in the Air”, the novel an upcoming movie starring George Clooney is based on. As the title demands, I get most of it done on my flights to and from work, and the last good hour I managed to get close to finishing it. Towards the end, the book gets more and more dense – confusing at times, but rightfully so, as it is told in first person by the protagonist, who grows more confused as the story progresses as well. The story moves me, touches a lot of spots of my brain – but again, rightfully so, as it portraits a consultant who is flying around, getting asked by his friends and family where he calls from and counts his frequent flyer miles much more vigilantly than he watches what he eats.
I am not that person – not in total, not to the extreme level the author provides for the novel – but there are parts of my life scattered all over the script.
It ain’t a self-help book, so there is no 10 point checklist for me to tick off that offers me short-term bliss or long-term contemplacy. The story just lays there, fictional as it is, and almost seems to look at me with a smirk: Gotcha!
So what do I make off of this? Deep reflection on life, values and life goals? I doubt it. What I make out of it, for now, is a simple action. I start to write again. I just did. I re-open that pocket of “just writing”, without so-what’s, without bullet points, without action title and footnotes. I allow for the pleasure of ranting, if you want to call it that, the pleasure of being moved by something and converting it into something else.
The cab has arrived – I have. Home. Getting ready to leave it after a quick shower and head off into the night. The night, remember that, is always a friend.

I\'ve been reading \"Up in the Air\", the novel an upcoming movie starring George Clooney is based on. As the title demands, I get most of it done on my flights to and from work, and the last good hour I managed to get close to finishing it. Towards the end, the book gets ...