In My Defense
When I look around at the world we all live in I feel so useless. Like there's so much more I could be doing to try and help people. There's so much out there that I wish I could change with the words I write but I know it can't be so. I mean, I write songs like Third Time's the One about all of these things I'm witness to and all the things I hear and learn about like it makes any difference at all.
Bleh...
Yeah, I know I'm weird getting down on myself about shit like this. But hey, that's what I do best. Get down on myself about things that are really out of my hands. I have always been known for doing that kind of thing from time to time.
Shit going on in India. Shit going on in Africa. Shit going on in Northern Ireland. Israel. Right here at home in the U.S. All over the world.
I need sedatives or something. It might help me stop feeling so fucking useless all the time.
These are the things I think about, people, you should know that by now so quit yer bitchin'.
Am I the fucked up one here? Or is the fucked up elements of life that I've been exposed to since birth that are making me this way? Death, war, disease, famine, heart break, disappointment, failure, loss etc. etc. I mean, all of us out there have had nothing but these words and the meanings behind them since our conception and it does seem as if we, most of us at least, have been conditioned to just take it as it is and deal. No complaints and no running away. But why? I know running away will never really get you anywhere you'll want to be but, hell, what's wrong with simply wanting to run away when time's get hard? And it isn't even like the people who tell us our entire lives not to run away haven't thought about it at at least one point in their own lives. It's like we're supposed to be better than them by default simply because we came after they did. And that makes about as much sense to me as the whole trouble between the Republic of Ireland and the U.K. Why does the the U.K. need NI so frickin' badly? Are they still latching onto the sense of colonization against the will of the host country that they need the small, small, small section of an already small island to feel like everything is as it should be?
But I'm digressing a bit here, aren't I? My rant of Ireland and the U.K. can come in another post. This is introspective time, kids. Even though this is the end of it so...never mind. But anyway.
I'm playing an acoustic show in my backyard on Dec. 2nd. Feel free to stop by and listen to me play guitar badly and sing badly. And we can just hang out afterwards and shoot the breeze. It'll be fun.
Ha ha ha ha...