Sometimes, I have the Most Interesting Life

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When I was in my early twenties, I was obsessed with Carrie Bradshaw and Sex and the City. I wanted to be Carrie. I thought that I WAS Carrie.

I mean, of my group of college girlfriends, I was most likely to become a writer. I was the most broke and most in debt. And still I was a shopaholic. And I had an eclectic style that was 100% inspired by SJP.  Of course, I was also the most neurotic when it came to relationships, and I often screwed everything up with my neurosis.

I spent the first half of my twenties with my own real-life Big, on and off; back and forth…except that other than our slight difference in age, he wasn’t really Mr. Big. But he sure did make me a psycho. And I did a lot of stupid shit that I’m not quite ready to admit. But I bordered on (read: danced over the line and jumped on all the boundaries) Carrie Bradshaw’s world of crazy.

Every time Big and I broke up, I would watch through all six seasons of SATC…and I’d feel lost, then empowered, and then I’d miss him again. And then we’d get back together.

Until one day I realized…that Carrie was bat-shit crazy. And it was at least partially her fault that she and Big never worked out the first several times. And it was her fault that she and Aiden never worked out. And the string of other dudes who would have been healthy partners. She was neurotic.

I was neurotic.

And I was done being neurotic.

Sometime after my 25th birthday (my quarter-life crisis, which happened to be the same day the first SATC movie came out), I realized that I needed to break the cycle.

And I gave up on MY Big. And I gave up on Carrie. I haven’t watched an episode of the show since.

But the other day, I started thinking about where I am now and the really cool shit that I get to do as a writer. I am living the part of Carrie Bradshaw’s life that I most wanted.

I’m a writer.
I sometimes get invited to amazing parties and events and interviews.
And I get to write about my life and my world, and hopefully one day soon, I’ll have a full novel about someone else’s life. A world of my design but not of my experience.

As Sandra Bullock once said, “Life doesn’t always turn out the way we plan.”

Sometimes, it’s way better.

You know, maybe I’m ready for an SATC rewatch.

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6 Responses

  1. I read the last few paragraphs to Cristina and suddenly, I was sobbing. I am so happy life has turned out better than you thought. All every parent wants is for their child to be happy. Cheers Chrissy.To a wonderful life! (Cristina is very proud of you.)

  2. I am rather fond of your current main squeeze. The two of you together are a much better pair. And Big is much better with his lady. Two excellent people who just didn’t bring out the best in each other. Thinking back on all of that makes me marvel at how far you both have come.

  3. I think there are two groups of people basically: 1.Those that chase all the cultural bullshit dreams that the media sells us and finally realize that it is bullshit. 2. Those who never stop trying to find ‘the perfect guy’ or ‘the perfect gal’ and turn into bridezillas or groomzillas. I think you are definitely of the first type.

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