Let me put the water in the bowl For your wounds, babe Let me fill you up with the fingers of love You can’t lose babe When you watch me play, does it feel bad, darlin’ When they choose me? Say again, this place Say again, this place
I broke my neck Dancing to the edge of the world, babe My mouth is wet, don’t you forget it Don’t you lose me Here is your princess And here is the horizon Here is your princess And here is the horizon
I’ve gotta scratch it down, I never could amount That’s it, babe And now the sugar’s run out And I don’t know what to say
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you
Yeah, time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh
I been afraid, don’t wanna fade out of my body
I been astray, barely awake, floating above me
Covered in red, what can I say? I’ve been a zombie
I’m feeling like I’ve been locked in a grave
You were the laugh, you were the life, you were the party
You were the brave, I was the weak, you were the army
You were the faith, you were the truth, I was the sorry
I’m feeling like you’ve been taking away
You were my one, you were my one
When all has been said, all has been done
You were my one, you were my one
Now I am left reaching above me, oh, oh
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh (whoa oh)
Well time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh
Why did you leave? Why did you go leaving me lonely?
Didn’t you know you were the home, you were the only?
Where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go?
Come back to me
She sat there talking to her dog, knowing full well that he understood every single word. He was also the best listener on the planet. He wasn’t much for giving advice and had no words of wisdom when it came to her hurt feelings, but it sure was nice having someone to listen and hug that would love her without judgments. He really was her best friend. He never quit loving her, even if she was too tired to play fetch or locked him out of her room when she had overnight company. There is only one way to fully appreciate that kind of love and that is to own a dog.
Do creepy people know they are creepy? So, I have a fictional character page where I post my blog links. I started it when my regular Facebook page kept being reported by an ex or one of her psycho friends. Every once in a while, I’ll get a comment from someone that has an real life looking page with a picture of some creepy looking dude. Usually the messages are just “hello” or some form of generic greeting. I always ignore them. I have to assume they are either trolls or genuine creeps. It just makes me wonder.
I know that I’m a dork. I also know that I have a great deal of self awareness, but am I delusional to think that creeps are completely unaware of their creepiness? Or do they get off on making people uncomfortable? Perhaps they are just pervy trolls. Yeah, probably. I mean, why else would they be soooo creepy, right?
As much as I try, I cannot beat the power that music and lyrics deliver. So, here I stand again…letting someone else’s words speak for me….letting someone else’s melody deliver the message in my heart…even if no one is listening.
When I was in the 4th or 5th grade, around 8 or 9 yrs old, I had a huge crush on Shawn Cassidy. For one thing, he was one of The Hardy Boys. If you don’t know who that is, I want you to go to google right this minute and educate yourself, because they were all the rage, along with Nancy Drew and the Bobbsey Twins. Why am I bringing this up? Well, around that same time, Shawn Cassidy had taken on a music career. Naturally, I had to have that album. One of his most popular songs was his rendition of “Do You Believe in Magice” originally by The Lovin’ Spoonful. When I was creating this photo, that song kept going through my mind and I was reminded of this baby blue silver jacket I had with Shawn’s face on the back. His face plastered all over my walls. I adored him. Finally, I can answer the question…NO, I do not believe in magic. *laughs*
Sometimes the world just doesn’t make sense. I think it’s pretty clear that I’m not the picture of perfect mental health. I’m not sure there even is such a thing to be honest. Hell, mental health has been called all sorts of names throughout history. Even the names of disorders change….what once was called manic depressive is not called bi-polar. Why? Why did they change the name? Manic depressive was spot on. I think everyone and anyone can catch that disorder on the right day or wrong day as the case might very well be.
Seriously, think about it for a minute. You are having a great day. You slept great, you woke up right before your alarm went off. The weather is your favorite kind of day. Everything is going well. Catching all the green lights in traffic. Errands go great, you even saved some money unexpectedly. You come home, dinner is great….you slip into your favorite PJs…you’re set. You’re happy as you can be….then it happens. You get a tragic phone call. Something awful has happened to someone you love and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. You’re alone with this awful news. That’s going to be a helluva a mood swing, don’t you think? Say the reverse happens. Whole day has been shit. Slept like shit, overslept, bad hair day, pouring down rain, you get stuck in traffic…you get home, burn dinner…then unexpectedly your best friend calls. She’s coming over and she’s bringing pizza. Your whole day just got better in an instant. Mood swing. *shrugs* Must be bi-polar.
Ever just felt so damn lazy, you just didn’t even want to get out of bed? Ever just want to stay in bed all weekend, veg out with the remote and some junk food? Ever just do it, cuz you want to? Well, you must be depressed, you can’t even drag your ass out of bed. I’m in no way minimizing any diagnosis. I’m more than fully aware that there are varying degrees of each legitimate disorder. I’m not even suggesting to know what is and isn’t legitimate….I’m not a psych-anything….well, maybe psycho, but that’s about where my expertise ends. I’m sure not yelling at Matt Lauder about how mental health is a hoax, while clearly proving that it is very real.
I’m just saying, that the world doesn’t always make sense. So, if you’re a little crazy…so what? Be crazy. Be you. Love drama? Do it up. Hate drama? Stay away from it. Wanna dance? Crank up the music and dance. Who cares? We all have to get through this thing called life one way or another…so if you’re not crazy….why not? C’mon, let’s all go crazy.