i realised that i have been depressingly morbid in the past few post. at least in the past i have tried to be painfully funny (the end result would be hilariously unfunny). it might not have been hilarious but at least its not depressing.
nobody likes depressing individuals. everyone hates people who talk about death and the impending doom of their existence.
this would usually happen to a man who had just had a failed marriage, relationship, or a visectomy.
for me its one of the above. you figure…
nevertheless, whatever the options of the above are, the humour in me was sucked out into the vacuum of the depressed. if i had a mirror then, i would know for a fact that i was the ugliest bugger in the whole wide world. i think it would even beat my shaven head self by a mile.
GOD! i hated myself.
there were too many what ifs in my head. my self esteem was at my lowest. talking to a not so eloquent ex girlfriend merely exacerbated the feeling.
i realised that it is here where a little of the arts would have put my thoughts into proper perspective.
thus, like a protagonist in a cheesy superhero tv show, my friend showed up hands on hips and proclaimed his decision to pursue a project that would have otherwise been impossible many years ago.
in his proclamation, he decided that he wanted to bring a few of our old band members together to record a few songs for old time’s sake and for the fun of it. he admitted that the fruits of our would be labour wouldnt happen instantly. in fact it might take more than a year before it would all be done. even if the songwriting is already underway, i think we are still a long way off its finished product.way off!
it was during those times that i reached a zen like stage, complete with the aura and posture and shining light in the sky (remember i am now bald).
as i looked around, digging up old and new ideas for the material, i found that life has been pretty good to me. talking to the proponent of the idea mentioned above, i realised that i have a lot going for me and that relatively speaking, i am cruising through while the are others who are really living the hard life.
through him i heard sad tales of our old friends. the ones who didnt make it in life and are merely scrapping through. there are even tales of friends who arent able to come back home for legal reasons.
in those various moments i probably had thought to myself that i had a lot going for me than before. even though love has left me, i still feel loved.
what more can i ask for?
well nothing except maybe a set of ProTools HD, a pair of KRK speakers, a Santana PRS signature model, Chet Atkins Acoustic/Electric Gibson, and a Taylor… ok ok… maybe Winona Ryder during her Reality Bites heydays.
Song of the Day: Tempted by the Fruits of a Another by Squeeze
Finger Acrobatics Performed by Avloomat @ 1743Hrs
