Rattled and Hm-ing
Last night there was too much dreaming about frustrating circumstances surrounding making jewelry and trying to find places to show and sell it.
Somewhere in the midst of this, we were living at the last Canyon Lake address, with every cat and dog we've ever owned and/or cared for pretty much, and I was also stressing about caring for all of them properly, when Bono from U2 happened to be in the area for some reason, and wound up being spotted on my porch playing with the cats. He then came in and borrowed some CD's from me, mostly anime soundtracks. (Kenshin OST's if I really remember right, plus some Radiohead- and I don't actually own any Radiohead, but, ok, whatever!)
I think he irritated me slightly with his smugness about music knowledge, but... ok. Whatever. I had Bono playing with cats and wandering through my living room, and the mitigating circumstances could have been far worse.
And I woke up fretting vaguely about being some kind of hypocrite for loving U2's music so much still when various blogs have pointed out how much ecological damage one of their modern supershows does, and how sometimes their political/social views are kinda hypocritical and/or sucky.
Can my depression and general uncertainty about life and how to live it well/as a good person PLEASE not start to move into what music I like? Seriously!? I already had some uneasiness about liking Dir en Grey considering some of their music video imagery and attitude, but now I'm supposed to be worrying about one of my favorite damn bands ever? AUGH. Isn't it enough that so DAMN MUCH MUSIC out there makes me overthink the lyrics if they're in English that I can't even say, listen to 15 minutes of a country station at some local fooding place without wanting to slap people?
Stupid fucking life uncertainty.
Somewhere in the midst of this, we were living at the last Canyon Lake address, with every cat and dog we've ever owned and/or cared for pretty much, and I was also stressing about caring for all of them properly, when Bono from U2 happened to be in the area for some reason, and wound up being spotted on my porch playing with the cats. He then came in and borrowed some CD's from me, mostly anime soundtracks. (Kenshin OST's if I really remember right, plus some Radiohead- and I don't actually own any Radiohead, but, ok, whatever!)
I think he irritated me slightly with his smugness about music knowledge, but... ok. Whatever. I had Bono playing with cats and wandering through my living room, and the mitigating circumstances could have been far worse.
And I woke up fretting vaguely about being some kind of hypocrite for loving U2's music so much still when various blogs have pointed out how much ecological damage one of their modern supershows does, and how sometimes their political/social views are kinda hypocritical and/or sucky.
Can my depression and general uncertainty about life and how to live it well/as a good person PLEASE not start to move into what music I like? Seriously!? I already had some uneasiness about liking Dir en Grey considering some of their music video imagery and attitude, but now I'm supposed to be worrying about one of my favorite damn bands ever? AUGH. Isn't it enough that so DAMN MUCH MUSIC out there makes me overthink the lyrics if they're in English that I can't even say, listen to 15 minutes of a country station at some local fooding place without wanting to slap people?
Stupid fucking life uncertainty.