Insisting

Peter Griffin in his death confession to his family claims that he didn't like the Godfather. Because it insists on itself. I knew exactly what he meant.

I find Meryl Streep, Tom Cruise, Nicholas Cage, and even Will Farrell to be actors that insist on themselves. You find that you must love them or appreciate them even if you don't buy into the characters they develop, just because of their craft, or intensity, or formulaic slapstick.

I also find many models to be this way. I've never been all that attracted to 'beautiful' women. It's the flaws that draw me in, that tell me something about them even if it's only in my imagination. Plastic. We all know modeling is a big production, but the most successful shots are the ones that capture something you could find in the girl next door. And if you find that girl next door, let me know cause I'm moving there.

So much of life insists on itself. It's the call and response of life. And I've never been too good at that. Stopping and asking 'why', is a poor choice. The reasons are seldom good. Soon, if you ask why enough, if you insist on things making sense, you learn that little does, and you find yourself in lock step with nothing, not even yourself.

I sense there is a next level to that journey. I see it as only one of two things, either pretending and joining in the insistent march, or go existential on the world and insist only on yourself and your next step and what makes sense to you.

I sense that insisting on a message from the universe to answer this will yield nothing.