I done did it.

So, yesterday was all together bizarre. So busy I didn't even get to take a lunch, but I was able to leave a little early, hoping to miss that damned "get motivated" seminar traffic. Saw an old friend downtown. It was really good to see him. Got some hangout time with my dude friends in last night. Sang 'Walk The Line' at karaoke.

I feel like my brain goes through a pretty noticeable cycle throughout the day...at least noticeable to me. It is as follows: Sleepy/Excited/Sleepy/Slightly Manic/Humorous/Sleepy/Creative/Sleepy but can't sleep. Or maybe that's just nonsense bullshit. I have no idea.

I've been thinking about this movie 'The Philadelphia Story' and how (in the extreme sense) it really seems to be kind of true to life.

There seems to be 3 types of men that a Woman goes for:

1. The Logical man. He's the man that makes sense. He has money, he's not ugly, but he's not beautiful. He's logical because he's a logical decision for a Woman. There is nothing special about this guy except to the Woman that he spends the rest of his days with.

2. The Intellectual man. He's the one that stimulates your brain. He falls in love quickly with a Woman that he thinks understands him and likewise. He wants gold, but he'll take silver in a second.

Which brings us to 3. The Safety man. This guy....This mother fucker. You've seen him. He's the one that you could consider "seasoned". Jack of all trades, Master of none. Kind of floating through life with no real goals or dreams. His dreams are 5 seconds long and belong to other people. I guess I can word that differently; His dream is to help you with your dream. Does that make sense? In a way, a good Woman is all he wants, needs and desires. Familiar faces are the best, but strangers are always welcome. The biggest problem in his life is that he wants what he pushes away. Alcohol is no stranger to this man. He knows it bites more than it barks.

Now, If you've never seen the movie you should. For one, it's set in my favorite City! So was the movie Philadelphia, but I don't ever want to see that movie again.

As for the three types, I consider myself more of the third. Surprised? You couldn't tell by how much more detail I had on the third? Truth is, I think if I was more of the first or second, I'd have more detail on them. But they bore me. Now I know I'm no Cary Grant, nor am I rich (AT ALL), but I get the personality. I get the protective nature of this character. Not jealous, but protective....Watch the movie and decide for yourself. Only Jimmy Stewart and Cary Grant could pull this kind of movie off.

That's all I got for now. Gonna do some work.