when i was younger i thought i could stand on my own
after a 40 minute delay, a call to work and saying how i was going to be late for our year end planning meeting, i forked over $800 and signed the lease. my own place for the first time in over three years. i feel liberated and afraid at the same time. time to get serious about everything, can't float along anymore. i don't want to grow up.
trying to reconnect with myself but it's nothing but disconnect. idiocy runs amok in my life, and it's simply because it's easier to ignore things rather than take control.
i've maybe heard this boston song all of four times in my life, and seemingly only once in every city i've lived in, but it's always at the right times. say what you will about classic rock and especially scholtz, but his words here are right on and the song has been nonstop in my head since 12:15 this afternoon. it reminds me of carefree afternoons in the '80s listening to WLVQ in columbus and wondering when life would begin.
if i only knew.
trying to reconnect with myself but it's nothing but disconnect. idiocy runs amok in my life, and it's simply because it's easier to ignore things rather than take control.
i've maybe heard this boston song all of four times in my life, and seemingly only once in every city i've lived in, but it's always at the right times. say what you will about classic rock and especially scholtz, but his words here are right on and the song has been nonstop in my head since 12:15 this afternoon. it reminds me of carefree afternoons in the '80s listening to WLVQ in columbus and wondering when life would begin.
if i only knew.
posted by jersn at 10:21 PM
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Not growing up is like staying a virgin - you're fucked when you lose it, but it's not always bad.
The real screwed up people forget they were young, the really sad people are the ones that spend all of their time remembering their youth, and the really stupid ones are those that try to go back and turn that corner - it's like trying to re-train experience.
Of course, those are big words from someone that just went to see Blue Oyster Cult for the 20th time in Danbury (at a "Taste of Danbury" free concert), just bought a 2001 Ford F-150, and remembers (mostly) carefree afternoons in the '80s listening to WLVQ in Columbus and wondering when life would begin.
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