holy crotches, Batman. I’m still reinventing myself.
Last week, I was getting ready for work, and I found a hole in my crotch. (Don’t worry this is a PG post.) I went to my closet only to find out that all my jeans were in the wash. I wasn’t about to don the slacks–I refuse to do that on two important grounds: 1. I like to be comfy when teaching and 2. I haven’t had to wear slacks in some time and I think I might not fit into any of them any more–a fact that would depress me, vain man that I am.
I basically had two choices: get a dirty pair of jeans out of the hamper or wear the jeans with the holy crotch, which I had put into the trash a few minutes before. You might be horrified to know I pulled the holy jeans out of the unholy trash. But there a 10-second rule on pulling jeans out of the trash–something equivalent to having food fall on the ground. At least there should be.
I did have a third option, by the way: an old pair of black jeans, which I hadn’t worn in over eight years. Did I ever think these mommy jeans were cool? Did I not see the extra room in the crotch that made me look like I had a saggy diaper? Did these very basic fashion issues get past me? Was I coming off the 90s? In the end, I stuck with my holy crotch pants, but not before I went through the pockets of my saggy-butt specials. And now, here is the point of this story: I found a piece of paper with my writing on it–a list of sorts. And on that list, number three was:
Re-invent yourself
This means that I have had this vague idea in my head for over eight years. It’s odd how your memory works. In my head, it’s as if that were a new thought. I wake up thinking about it. I write in this blog about it. I probably talk to my wife too often about it. But even so, it’s not a new idea.
How I have not realized this probably has to do with the fact that I keep trying new things, and in the last year and a half, the attempts at reinvention are coming faster and harder: novelist, short story writer, graphic novelist, flash fiction writer, scriptwriter, and now, scripts for commercials. Oh yeah, blogs, too. The only thing I haven’t tried to write are instruction manuals, video games, and street signs. At this rate, it won’t be long until I get to some of those, as well, though I fear that my signs would be a little verbose.
I’m not sure what I think of these attempts at writerly reinvention are really leading to. Is it better to sit on something for a long time and craft it out? Or is it better to go where you will, to make stuff that’s as good as you can get it and then move on? By nature, I think I prefer the latter, but I’m not sure if that’s me just going after immediate gratification.
I will say that finding that list shook me. It makes me realize the importance of keeping a journal and actually reading past entries. I wonder how that Gabe, the Gabe who actually liked his black mama jeans with the saggy bottoms would have felt if he’d known where I am now–all Old Navy Premium loos jeans and shit. Would he be pleased or bummed? And eight years from now, how will I be? Will I still be looking for reinvention or will I be reinvented? Will I be wearing mu loose jeans or, will I be wearing skinny jeans? Scary thought.
I guess there ARE worse things than black mommy jeans
Of course, I don’t know. And that’s just it: things always look so different when you’re in the process. Whether it be mom-jeans that you used think looked good or a script that you thought was strong until you realized it wasn’t. I guess that’s just life. You keep evolving. So maybe I don’t have to feel like a failure. Maybe I will keep reinventing. Maybe. I just hope I won’t be wearing skinny jeans.