Twenty!

Cyrano de Bergerac

Today I was faced with an awful decision:  go to the opera, or watch the Giants make it to the World Series.  This was particularly difficult because these are two parts of me that don’t often intermingle.  On one hand, we have my dapper, bourgeoise side, which I’m increasingly becoming less fond of.  On the other, we have my home-town, beer guzzling, chicken wing-eatin, finger-lickin fun side.  A CROSSROADS.  Well, I’m pleased to say that neither side got the best of me for 2 main reasons:  the first is because my personal ethical framework was the winner in the decision, and I always opt for the plans I made first.  The second is because I had some friends texting me the score throughout the game/opera, and so I got to have my cake and eat it too.  The story doesn’t end well, though–Cyrano dies after a life of unrequited love and the Giants lose…. BUT IT’S OKAY BECAUSE WE’LL GET ‘EM IN PHILLY BABY!

I was struck by Cyrano and his willingness to live a life of pain to make his true love happy.  As romantic as that may sound, I also think he lived life in fear!  Even in his last breath he didn’t dare utter “I love you” to Roxanne.  Even though she knows it, and he knows she knows it, he still can’t say it to her face!

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