“When there’s nothing left to burn, you’ve got to set yourself on fire”
This week has filled my tiny mind and tear-filled eyes with questions. I’m 20 years old and faced with all the obvious questions, obviously the questions no 20 year old should fear or think about, but ah, yes, we all do.
Q: How the fuck am I going to pay all of these loans off for the rest of my life?
Q: Why the fuck does the microwave always heat the bowl but not the fucking spegettio’s?
Q: This career I’m heading in, do I want to do it forever? Am I going to be chained to a desk for 12 hours?
Q: How the hell does Liza Manelli “dance” on stage in those striper shoes?
Q: Am I going to be the LAST SINGLE PERSON ON THIS FREAKIN PLANET?!?!?!?!
And all the obvious “Talking Heads” questions:
How do I work this? Where is that large automobile? This is not my beautiful house! This is not my beautiful wife! HOW DID I GET HERE? (So I guess some of those are more statements then questions, but thrown in for dramatic effect)
I hate how I look at life as “You’ve only got one. So do all that you can and all that you desire and don’t worry about the rest.” Yet I somehow not seem to listen to myself at all. They can’t kill you or put you in jail for sucking at life. Well unless you’ve done bad things, but for overall sucking? Nuh uh.
I guess you tell people for love them for 2 reasons.
A: To recieve love back
B: To be rejected, and heartbroken, but to start the slow process of one day, moving on and finding someone else.
It looks like the latter always favors myself in situations such as these.
Maybe people like Tupac and Elvis and Jeff Buckley were in so much school debt and love lost that they faked their own death, and moved onto something less stressful.
Is this my solution? Maybe. But I’m sure there are other options.
Didn’t Rip Van Winkle go into hybernation? How did he do that? Hmmmmm……..
Tonight sucks. Life sucks. Love and Lust sucks. Money sucks. This calls for a good “Fuck”
