All right, check this out. 1995 I got my first big paycheck as an actor. I think it was 150 grand.
The film I was on was Boys on the Side, and we're shooting in Tucson, Arizona,
and I had this sweet little adobe guesthouse on the edge of the Saguaro National Park.
The house came with a maid, my first maid. It was awesome.
So, I got a friend over one Friday night and we're having a good time,
and I'm telling her about how happy I am with my set-up in the house, the maid, especially, the maid.
I'm telling her, "Look, this lady, she cleans the place up after I go to work; she washes my clothes, the dishes;
puts fresh water by my bed; leaves me cooked meals sometimes; she even presses my jeans!"
And my friend, she smiles at me, happy that I'm excited over this,
and she says, "Well, that's great Matthew: if you like your jeans pressed."
And I kind of looked up at her, my jaw caught hanging open, stuttered a moment,
had that dumb ass look you get when you've just been told the truth and you didn't think about it,
and it hit me: I hate that line going down the front my jeans! I hate that line!
And it was then, for the first time, that I noticed it.
I've never thought about not liking that starched line down the front of my jeans
because I'd never had a maid to iron my jeans before!
And since she did, now, for the first time in my life, I just liked it because I could get it.
I never thought about if I really wanted it.
Well, I didn't want it there, that line. That night I learned something.
Just because you can? Nah, come on. It's not a good enough reason to do some. Even when it means having more.
Be discerning. Choose it, because you want it. Do it because you wanna to.
Never had my jeans pressed again. I hate that line.