The roller coaster is beginning in earnest now. I’ve been posting vague status updates all over the place and that’s about the best I can do here, too, unfortunately. Let’s just say… life is about to get really interesting and possibly really difficult.
Where will I be four months from now?
I don’t know.
I’m looking for my voice. I seem to have lost it somewhere along the way.
Today I named the emo bear on my t-shirt. His name is Shane. He weeps during sad songs and movies. Dr. Horrible made him sad. Now he’s watching an old Green Day music video – “Wake Me Up When September Ends.” Explosions kill people as he watches. He wonders when it will end.
I began making a list of goals for 2009. I am having a hard time with them. Constraints: economy, vacation time, fear, lack of fellow travelers.
Translation: I see human drama unfold around me, men and women’s lives crash together and separate again, and I wish I could feel the pleasure and the pain so long as I’m feeling more than alone.
Secondhand Serenade has the same flavor of music as Dashboard Confessional. A man, a guitar, and problems. I’ve been enjoying it. Fortunately, I haven’t been subjugated to any airing it may or may not have had on MTV, but it’s good. It’s catchy. It fits me.
Familiarity.
“A thousand things I wanna say to you, but it’s too late now.” – Goldfinger – Counting the Days
9861. Days alive.
~3200. Days since graduating high school.
1651. Days since graduating college.
1494. Consecutive days of singleness.
782. Days sober.
145. Days since starting my job.
131. Days without a haircut.
51. Days without shaving.
1. Days until 27.
These are the days of my life. What are yours?
(Hint: use the date duration calculator.)