Warm Love, Social Fuck Up Lately I've been feeling antisocial in a way. I just feel that it is impossible to convey my thoughts, feelings, etc. On the other hand, I want to go out on Friday and Saturday. Primarily I think what is bothering me is that I seem to get into certain modes of thinking around certain people. I want to be myself, not just one aspect of myself. Today I went for coffee with a friend of mine, and I felt "off" the entire time. I hate that feeling. For some reason, I don't think I'll have that problem on Friday and Saturday when I go out, because mostly I'll be talking to people I don't know. Oh geez, I really just have no idea. Listening to Van Morrison, and Blue Bayou by Linda Ronstadt (don't make fun of me, please). I did end up seeing Simple Men. I confess to having slept at times. I had had a few beers and it was after midnight. I always thought it was, "There's only trouble and desire," but now I see that it's, "There's only trouble in desire." Oh well. From Warm Love: "The sky is crying and it's time to go home. It's raining outside from the skies up above. Inside it's warm love. It's everpresent everywhere." |