your heart breaks, my heart breaks.....we all scream for ice cream
i've been thinking a lot about thinking a lot lately.
which is to say, my mind has been extremely busy with very little coherency or articulateness to show for it.
i finally hooked my speakers up to my laptop and miraculously listening to music became fun again - who knew how much bass i was really missing? my appreciation for complex arrangements and heartfelt songwriting continues to increase.
i've been thinking about love a great deal lately. and how we value achievement. and 'my generation' whatever the hell that means. suddenly, i really want to understand my place in all this. a heightened articulation of and verbal commitment to my convictions seems like the most obvious manifestation of these feelings.
part of me feels so incredibly stifled by the expectations/necessities of singular concentrations and interests. i wouldn't worry so much if i didn't feel like my life is so consistently and progressively split in multiple directions.
what do you choose, where do you go, when the options continue to multiple and nothing seems like the right fit?
also -- on another, very familiar note: if i miss another great show because my age hasn't hit this magical and arbitrary number of 21, i WILL hurt someone. just who, i'm not quite sure of yet.
which is to say, my mind has been extremely busy with very little coherency or articulateness to show for it.
i finally hooked my speakers up to my laptop and miraculously listening to music became fun again - who knew how much bass i was really missing? my appreciation for complex arrangements and heartfelt songwriting continues to increase.
i've been thinking about love a great deal lately. and how we value achievement. and 'my generation' whatever the hell that means. suddenly, i really want to understand my place in all this. a heightened articulation of and verbal commitment to my convictions seems like the most obvious manifestation of these feelings.
part of me feels so incredibly stifled by the expectations/necessities of singular concentrations and interests. i wouldn't worry so much if i didn't feel like my life is so consistently and progressively split in multiple directions.
what do you choose, where do you go, when the options continue to multiple and nothing seems like the right fit?
also -- on another, very familiar note: if i miss another great show because my age hasn't hit this magical and arbitrary number of 21, i WILL hurt someone. just who, i'm not quite sure of yet.