Okay, so, I’m in a class this semester where one of the required assignments is seven snapshots about our lives. They can be anything as long as they’re autobiographical. So far I’ve written about my favorite book, that time I wrote a screenplay in Chemistry, and constructional apraxia. There are four left and in class last night, we were to all consider what’s in our list and finalize the decision. My list includes: meeting Jensen Ackles, the dizzy virus, a snowball fight in Nebraska, that time I realized I was depressed, one of my observations for my thesis, and a truly sad moment when I realized I had no grandparents. Thing is, I can only have four and except for meeting Jensen Ackles, the rest are pretty sad, and the dizzy virus would be hard to write about.
Anyway, the point of this: while a couple of people recognized his name, no one in the class actually knew who Jensen Ackles was. So I googled him on my phone and then passed it around.
So, last night, I was in a pretty bad mood, okay? I hurt my knee almost a month ago and it’s been steadily getting worse instead of better and yesterday, while trying to find a doctor, it seemed that neither of the orthopedic clinics in town take my insurance. I also got my period so I had a headache and cramps, and then there was nowhere to park, I was late to class, and it was drizzling. Okay? I just wanted to burn everything down and settle somewhere in the ashes to cry.
But. I passed my phone around with pictures of Jensen Ackles and it was hilarious because each one of them looked at my phone and either gaped or said something along of the lines, “Damn, he’s fine.” I laughed so hard, it was amazing. My knee still hurt (god, it hurts so much) but everything else seemed better.
I’ve decided that meeting him is the next snapshot, and one of my classmates really wants to hear about the snowball fight in Nebraska, and I’m gonna for sure write about the realization of depression (because that was a turning point in my life), but I’m still not positive what the seventh snapshot will be. Either the dizzy virus (because I do think I have a handle on how to start that) or that observation, because it was a powerful moment about how amazing and heartrending the ability to read can be.
Anyway. I just. All of them (seven women all well-educated) looked at pictures of Jensen Ackles and gaped. I loved it.