It’s a balmy Wednesday evening I’m sitting outside with the curious case of wanting nothing and something at the same time.
A part of me would like to me amongst a group of friends, talking, having a drink. This is the something.
The other part of me feels tired by the idea of being in such a situation. This is the nothing.
And the in-between part, is me wondering whether I’ve already given this world the best years of my socializing life. Or maybe my socializing moon is in retrograde.
Either way, Woody Allen’s Apropos of Nothing is the light in this whole Wednesday mess.