Nostalgia and Inspiration

I love having conversations with my roommate. Sometimes I honestly think that she is the only person that I can have an intelligent conversation with, mainly because at times I feel that others can't really take me seriously or think I'm weird when I'm trying to talk art or make art. When I speak to her I feel that the inspiration goes both ways, and the things that she says and the things that she does constantly inspire me to write stories and create concepts in my head. Maybe that's why I love living with her despite the fact that she falls over everything and she keeps everything...even trash sometimes. But hey, its art. :)

90% of our conversations revolve around art, 5% revolves around school and work, 3% revolves about living with each other, and 1% revolves around men, drugs, and sex. Scratch that, the last one is more like 40% but that's irrelevant to my topic. But its all the little random things she does that inspires me to write out characters, draw storyboards, and create screenplays. Sometimes when we talk I feel like I'm talking like a drug addict because we talk about swimming in gelatin pools and trees doing hand stands... or branch stands. Either way, the surrealistic conversations we have create such an intense fantasy in my head that sometimes I feel like I'm having hallucinations (without the drugs). And if i speak about these things with other people, they naturally think that I'm on something. But I think its really inspiring. How else does Guillermo del Toro think of Pan's Labyrinth or how else does Maya Deren think of fragmented images or Salvador Dali and his eccentric fantasies? They all have to seek out their inspiration somewhere, and in college I found it here, in the presence of the person who lives with me. How convenient!

Come to think of it, its really funny how ten years ago we look back to our younger years and think about what we thought of our future back then. Ten years ago I was thinking that I would be studying at an east coast Ivy League majoring in law, with a white boyfriend and a roommate that I would talk to about girly things and to go shopping with at the Gap... I didn't turn out in any way that I imagined. Thank goodness for the way things are now, I'm majoring in something that I love to do (and know I will do), dancing with a second family I found outside of home, and interning and aspiring to accomplish of my now hopefully (more) mature dreams. I guess that maybe after ten more years and looking back at what I think now, I will most definitely change. I don't wish to change that much though, because so much of what I have now is what I'm happy with. Hopefully life's path won't give me too many detours and demand me to choose the right now. There is no right path, just what I decide to do with it.