A few weeks ago I learned that Julie Rivera exists in the world. We started speaking with each other by chance. On the train...go figure. When people speak to me on the train sometimes I listen and sometimes I don't.
I don't know what it was about Julie but I kept listening.
Was it because she referred to her life as a movie? I do that all the time (so does MinDog) . She also likes lists. Her passion for list making is on par with mine(in fact a list is what sparked our conversation). It could have been her boots. It could have been her complete ensemble- she looked amazing. She was intriguing and our conversation never hit a wall. She had more than that certain something.
Remember I had a ridiculous goal this year- to meet at least two random strangers, begin conversations with them and allow those conversations to be the start of lasting friendships…I think I found one of the two.
Dear God, I pray that Julie Rivera is not crazy. I cannot handle another crazy in my life…unless he or she is a kind of crazy that I don't have in the collection yet. It seems that Julie and I were supposed to meet but I HAVE BEEN WRONG in the past.
It's your world; she can be crazy God. She can be whatever you want her to be but please don't let her harm me in any way.
Thank you and Amen.
When we were about to part she didn't ask me if I was on facebook… Because of this and all the other pluses I immediately saw a possible friendship ahead.
It turns out Julie Rivera is a writer, actor, and hand model. I've always wanted to be a writer. I've always wished I could do it well…it's on the list just below dance and just above playing the guitar. I'm an actor, we have that in common. I've never met a hand model before...her hands are beautiful and they feel, no lie, like butter. This is where Julie and I part ways. Though I am fascinated with other people's hands I've always hated my hands. I'm thankful that I have them and that they are functional but I've never been excited about the fact that they are so wrinkled and not so soft. She says she can help me with this.
Julie has also invited me to a session she has on Thursday's with her writing buddies. I will go, eventually. I'm hoping to learn something from this woman. It feels like there is some great wisdom she will share with me.
Below is a piece of a piece she shared with me…after you read it you may see why I was drawn to her. Honestly, I thought I was the only person who created lists that had five and a half points as opposed to five or six…
Julie Rivera is intriguing.
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by Julie Rivera
This is the not true story of my faux cinematic life.
I eat comet, sniff markers, toy with the idea of eating chalk and from time to time I consider drinking turpentine and bleach.
No I'm not trying to kill myself. I like the way those things smell. So much so that I often want to taste them. I do taste some of the toxic items. Drinking turpentine or bleach is a bad idea. I'm pretty sure ingesting either of the solutions would kill me so I've relegated that action to my disturbing fantasy world.
I also do anything that is reported to be good for the skin. There was this article that said if you eat only apples for three days your skin will look amazing. I did that and my skin looks the same. I drink gallons of water since that is also reported to be good for the skin. Three months since increasing my water intake my skin looks the same but I go to the bathroom a lot.
I've been considering plastic surgery. On my face.
These days I fast often, work out quite a bit and dream about shaving my head bald only to go out and purchase hair to attach to the hair I dream of shaving off.
This is my life.
It's a movie.
Not a well directed feature length but a shoddy short that doesn't really have a script. It's all one big idea. Not a well formed idea so the improvisation that takes me from scene to scene is basic, lacks excitement and seems to have an end before it even begins.
Can I change this?
That's the question I pondered before falling asleep, with my eyes open, while riding the train yesterday morning. By the time I reached my destination I had ten ways, okay five and a half ways that may do the trick. Five and a half ways to make sure my movie starts before it ends. Five and a half ways to live brilliantly came to me. I initially said ten because ten is the magic number isn't it? I've never heard of a top five and a half list.
The ways came easily. I asked five or six times. Can I change the fact that my movie always ends before it begins? After getting a "yes" in several languages I began to make my five and a half point top ten list that would detail how I'm going to turn my lackluster movie life into a very exciting action based romantic dramedy of a feature film.
While attempting to make this feature I hope I get to save some kids in Guatemala. Stop judging me. Alright fine, I'll start with an American kid, while I make the attempt.
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I get a little nervous when I have too much in common with a person. I don't know why. This time I am going to put the nerves aside because I think Julie and I were destined to meet.
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