Wednesday, September 29, 2010

There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.

Growing up, this wasn’t exactly what I imagined my life to be at 23. Although, I doubt most of us account for the middle years, the years in between “adulthood” and “teenage”. Sure, I suppose technically I’m an adult. I can drink, I can fuck, I can have loveless relationships, drive if I wanted to, go on trips by myself, move out, get a tattoo, see R rated movies.

Y’know. ‘Adult’ things.

However, I guess I just don’t feel that grown up.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

What's the deal with this pop life; And when is gonna fade out; The thing you got to realize; What we doing is not a trend; We got the gift of melody; We gonna bring it till the end

“What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?”

-Nick Hornby, High Fidelity.

Pop music has always been a bit of a guilty pleasure for me. And funnily enough, is probably one of my first secret shames to exist.

The time has come for colds and overcoats; We're quiet on the ride; we're all just waiting to get home

While summer may technically be over September 22nd, I’m pretty sure most people call it’s time of death after the long weekend.

Which, of course, is fine by me.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

My Baby's got the lonesome lows, don't quite go away overnight; Dr. Blind just prescribe the blue; Dr. Blind just prescribe the blue ones.

I have been blessed with relative health.

That’s not to say that I’m the picture of health. If you take all the mental problems away, I’m still left with an albeit small but manageable list of ailments. Things that are controlled easily enough with diet, with pills, with regular check ups and blood tests. I haven’t broken any bones, I haven’t had a surgery, I haven’t had to stay in a hospital for more than a night in at least a decade. Many would say I was blessed.

So I was suitably scared waking up to a stabbing pain in my upper abdomen early on Thursday morning. No one likes to be made aware of the fragile nature it is to be human. No one wants to be reminded of their own mortality.