At least that’s what JH shared with me yesterday at a July 4th celebration/ birthday party as we were catching up on our lives since the last time we saw each other. He had shared that he recently had a small bump removed from his cheek, hence the bandage beneath his right eye. I had shared that though it was summer vacation I was still in the process of finishing up on some lingering union issues from school. That’s when he said, “You sound like you’re a lady in search of closure.”
And then the riffing began. Sounds like a forties movie, A Lady in Search of Closure. Starring Rita Hayworth or Joan Crawford. Definitely black and white. Bold orchestral music. Lots of close-ups and very revealing fashion. Cigarette smoking in long cigarette holders. Maybe even a minor character floating face down in a pool—dead.
What a perfect way to picture oneself. Instead of the choreography of diplomacy, stresses of gaining equity and fairness, and immersion in administrivia, one is in the midst of a murder mystery, a romantic drama striking sexy poses and staring into the camera. Why simply walk through life when you can swirl and dance in the center of theatrical sturm und drang.
Yes, yes. I am a Lady in Search of Closure.
Later in the evening I bumped into JH again. He said, “You know, I just looked at myself in the mirror and realized, I am a Wound in Search of Closure.”