Rob Sheffield on the latest phase in Bieber’s awkward transition into manhood.
Rob Sheffield is my new religion.
to write anything other than this sentence and even this took 23 minutes to finish.
Real talk: I came home and searched for the screencap. (also, I WISH!)
- Matthew Perpetua: This is Matthew, from Rolling Stone.
- Matthew Sweet: Oh hey, the other Matthew. You have a cool last name! Does it actually mean 'perpetual'?
- Matthew Perpetua: Yeah, I guess it means what it means. It's a Roman Catholic saint too, my father's family was Italian. Is Sweet your actual surname?
- Matthew Sweet: Yeah, it is. Sweet is a Welsh name that had something to do with some people called the Bonesetter Sweet, who set broken bones.
- Matthew Perpetua: But no connection to Skull and Bones?
- Matthew Sweet: No.
- Matthew Perpetua: That throws off all of my questions for you about Skull and Bones and the Illuminati.
- Matthew Sweet: Yeah, yeah. Now what?
- Matthew Perpetua: Are you saying that your new album is not about the Illuminati?
- Matthew Sweet: No it is not.
- Matthew Perpetua: But what about your previous records?
- Matthew Sweet: No, they are not. [giggles] This is easy!
- The heart explodes for Matthew Sweet.
My friend (and co-worker)’s dog passed away last night. Her family had that dog since she was real young and spent the morning crying and hyperventilating. WHY DO I FEEL LIKE CRYING? Periods suck.
To celebrate, a gif bomb:
I needed this today.
In therapy I’ve been evaluating a number of “friendships” in my life and finding that I’m carrying around a bunch of people that really don’t belong there – the joys of co-dependency I guess. An entire group will need to be sent to the You-Get-An-X-Mas-Card-If-I-Have-Some-Left-Over list because I’m not a weekend binger drinker and the need for constantly traveling in a pack is not appealing especially when the majority of the group is in their mid-30s; it just feels and looks sad. Considering invites to their ‘events’ have stopped I don’t think they’ll miss me either. The group of people that I can call friends and rely on when shit hits the fan has grown smaller in numbers as I’ve gotten older. Does that happen to everyone?
Between the kid, husband, work and music fun it feels like I never have time to even be a good friend anymore and if we can’t chat or email chances are I won’t be of much use to you. It makes me sad in some ways but its liberating in others. One of the biggest lessons I’ve come away with in these sessions is that I can’t control the behavior of others but I can control how much of that person and their behavior I’ll allow in my life. If neither one of us is getting anything from the relationship it is ok to let that person fade away or cut them out of my life.
Also, I’m 30 years old and it has taken that many years to finally understand/name/start processing feelings but that’s another post for another random day where TMI is in order.