"Every single thought we have does not need to be a f%#@ing text post for everyone to see!"-reblogged from Once More With Feeling!
Cranky as hell today. Cranky and stressed.
and awash in a sea of bathos, literally wallowing in it.
Part of it is lack of sleep. Went down to "the Farm" last night to see some really talented young musicians. We're talking a 4'9" sprite of a 16 year old girl with heavy bangs and heavier eye makeup with a nickname like *Jo-Jo - sit in on a set with 6 guys twice as tall and three times as weighty as her, and bang out a drum solo like nobody's business. 14-17 year old musicians playing some seriously great jazz. SFtoNy's long time friend has been a counselor with them for over 10 years, and
I admired the way Linnet treated all his students, with mutual respect and a healthy dose of good humor. You could tell, they all felt comfortable talking to him. That he was truly that rare breed of adult that understands younger people as peers. I think part of it is never treating their problems as any less than the real emotional hardships they are on a psyche that young.
But a 12:30am jazz concert, no matter how awesome, is too late for me.
Also slighty nostalgic. The last time I sat around the CoHo...I was with Bagel. We squished up into some comfy chairs in the corner and held hands. We talked about life. And it was just...good. And it made me happy, but at the same time, sad.
I don't know when it was I turned into this highly introverted and quiet recluse. I've never been the biggest party animal or anything; but lately - I've been feeling the need to connect. And to..well, to put it lightly, normal people. People who do mundane things, people who just...live. They pay their bills, wash their cars, see a movie on a weekend and do regular things. I've been living too long surrounded by people who need to see greatness on an hourly basis. I want someone who eats too many ribs and passes out, the person who plays beer pong but doesn't pass out, the accountant.
This is a weird post to share, I wrote it a week ago. I still feel...strange.
"Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something and has lost something." ~ H. Jackson Brown, Jr.