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This will be quite the theraputic post for me, I believe. Lots of little things I'd like to talk about, so we'll get to them before I get to the "meat", so to speak.
First off, I hate my job. My bosses...they are idiots. Usually, I refer to them as much worse, but we'll keep my language down for the moment. They make ridiculous decisions that affect all of the "little people," a group to which I belong. Money is good...but I'd rather take less for a job that doesn't suck.
My knee hurts. Still. Again. It appears to be around the area of a ligament. Don't ask me which one, I can't remember where the ACL and the MCL are. Whichever one is the inside one though, it's buggin me. Bad. I have a basketball game thursday, so we'll see how it holds up. Or if it does. Hear that snap? Yeah...my knee.
I'm in a drought. Hardcore. Prospects? None. Other than that last little happening, the situation not worth getting into, there haven't been any prospects for most of the summer. Damnit. Damnit again.
That said, to the title track, so to speak. For those of you who know the band, you know we have a song called "Here, Alone." Most of the songs written by me (lyrically speaking) deal with females and how I don't like most of the situations that they are involved in. This, on the other hand, is not.
It's about loneliness, sadness, my depression. The things that, honestly, plague my pysche. Granted, I allow that to happen. I allow those feelings to take over. But the effect is still the same. Which is where I am today. Allow me to share a thought from work today.
I was unloading a big truck with a good friend of mine. A couple other guys were working too, but it was mostly my friend and I. My friend, well, he's been my boy for over 15 years. A close friend who I'll call my "second brother", only to my true brother, Ty. He's been there for me, as I'd like to think I have been for him, for most of our collective lives. And yet, as we were working, there was an air of hurt between us. There was pain, sorrow, loneliness in the two of us. And as I sat there, I was filled with the most amazing feeling.
I am totally alone.
Alright, I'm not. Very rarely is anyone completely and totally alone. But it's how I feel. I was sitting there, with my good friend of over 15 years, and I felt as hollow and alone as I've ever felt. Period. It was at that time that I began to dive into my own brain.
Loneliness is the most prevelant, and longest lasting, feeling of my life. Not happiness. Not joy. Not anger. Not sadness. Loneliness. I have, for the better part of 21 years, felt alone. And I sat there, with one of my best friends in the world, and felt totally isolated.
This loneliness is mine. For better or for worse, I am bound to it. Bound by my own mind and my own feelings. Until I choose to free myself, I will forever be Here, Alone.
My Song of the Moment: Not to plug my own band, but... "Here, Alone" by PBS. You know it...
Until Then...I Don't Care to Stand Here On My Own
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