So Friday, I had a hell of a day. I had a decent day of work on thursday leading into the weekend, friday, I went to see the Tater. By the way, anytime you get to see this guy, take it. It was a phenominal show. The clip I've posted appears to be from the show we were at. I believe the woman laughing quite loud is one of the girls we were with. Seats were great. Dude was on point. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. It felt really good to be free again to just have fun and laugh at other peoples adventures. Then my buddies and I went bar hopping winding up at a bar I never thought I'd actually set foot in, The Barn. It was pretty late, so the place wasn't that packed at all. I was a wee bit toasted by the end to the night. Man, what a night.
If I could be an animal, I would probably be an eagle so I could soar above a world that's slowly tearing itself apart. I would fly so high that violence wouldnt touch me and I could see all the beauty that's still left to see. I would see things from a angle that no one person normally would take a view at.
If I could be anywhere, I would probably choose a beach somewhere in the Carribbean, lying in the sun next to someone I care about alot. Forgeting about all my cares, all my worries, relaxing with my toes in the sand, dreaming about a life less ordinary.
If I were somewhat of a better man, maybe I wouldnt have these kind of problems. Maybe what Im bitching about seems like a marble in the sea. Maybe I shouldn't worry so much about these things and just let my life unfold. A year has almost passed and I can honestly say that some of the things I've wanted to accomplish I have. Some things I can check off my metaphysical list. Not that some of these things need to be listed, as things happen everyday that may seem trivial to some, but may seem like the world to others.
If I would stop saying "if" and start doing maybe I could actually be content, not happy, I can't say people truly are happy, but it would be nice to be satiated with the fact that I'm where I'm at right now. And if you've been reading my posts, I'm sure I've bummed you out on more that one occasion, but, from an objective point of view, honestly, can it be that actually being miserable has somehow defined a part of who I am? I know, I know, the words in my head actually make me want to vomit. I hate seeing the words written out here, but really, is it possible, somehow, that some part of me is happy only when I'm actually unhappy? Isn't that some kind of oxymoron? How can you be happy becauseyour unhappy? Am I reading too far into this? Seeing something that really doesn't exist, but I sort of make it exist because this is how I think or feel? Is it a reality or just some sort of rubbish conjured from my head piece? Maybe I just watch far too many movies.....
