April 8, 2011 – Song 155

I spent a good portion of today talking to people about how frustrated they are. And I spent the rest of it talking to people so full of boundless good ideas that they can’t close their eyes at night. I fall somewhere in the middle I guess, I think because it’s so easy for me to see the connections and for some unknown reason I want to help them all. 

The way you speak and the goals you set temper your reality, and that of the people around you.

It is not as simple as one thing, ever. And for almost every goal you have, you need other people. And you need to feel appreciation but you also need to give that right back. It’s a disco, it’s a battle, it’s a comedy club, it’s a prison. I get it I get it I get it. Sweet Jesus. Everyone is their own universe. That’s bound to be a communicational challenge. By nature, by law, by email chain. Just don’t stop trying to understand. That’s all you can do. That and give yourself a fucking break once in a while.

And on that note, pardon me, if you will, while I step into my all time favorite sonic bath and shut the goddamned door.