My Two-Cents: Greg & Rowley Era
A new fear of mine spawned the other day: no one ever actually knows what they are doing. Everyone is still figuring it out, or pretending to figure it out. The classic adage – fuck around and find out – is only half true. I was on the phone with my friend Ava during this epiphany, and she remarked that this is a horrifying yet freeing realization. If no one knows – no one knows. :( But also, if no one knows – no one knows! :) We’re all just fucking around and omitting the finding out part. We’re all just in our Greg and Rowley Era. Elaboration to come.
Once upon a time, my friends and I were attempting to get a table at a club. The host told us there was a wait and that they would call our names when the table was ready. Hence, we needed to find somewhere to sit. Everywhere was full, and we all scattered to fend for ourselves – snagging spare chairs here and there. The last two losers left were none other than my friend Ava and I. We had to sit beside the trash can in the corner. The mood dampened, but quickly turned around once we decided we were just in our “Greg and Rowley Era.” Circa 2011, when Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules dropped and we got to see poor Greg and Rowley eat lunch by the trash cans because they weren't cool enough for the lunch room. (Sidenote this movie is a fantastic flick and growing-up-in-the-10’s-culture-staple if you haven’t watched.) We now found ourselves following in their iconic footsteps. The next question to ask was who was Greg and who was Rowley? Greg was usually more of an asshole, so after some heated discussion, I decided I would take on the role. Then we reversed the verdict and spent the next trashcan-sided 15 minutes debating who was more Greg and who was more Rowley. The final conclusion was that we all have a little of both in us. And we all have our Greg and Rowley Era. And sometimes that Era turns into a lifestyle.
Greg and Rowley didn’t know what they were doing. Ever. Clearly – those bastards have been in middle school since ‘07. Most adults also don’t know what they’re doing. Sometimes they get stuck sitting next to the trash can. Maybe the trash can isn’t the point. It’s the friends we made along the way by the trash can! That’s the only thing we ever figure out after years of fucking around – who we want to be our Greg, Rowley, and if needed, Fregley. Watch this movie if you haven’t yet.
