No love, no music.
This past weekend, I was supposed to attend my second ever fete de la musique. See, the first time I attended the annual event, the night produced a bunch of laughs and scenes involving a stranger, a pervert, a pissed off boyfriend, a drummer that made hasty decisions, an old friend, an unexpected kiss, and a lasting image of irony. That was two years ago.
Being a person in dire need of such a night and an overwhelming desire for live rock music, I was more than psyched to attend, even if I had to go alone, for a little shit-faced serenity. You know what stopped me? A broken door knob. A fucking broken door knob. I wont bore you with details (I have other ways of boring you.) but a broken fucking door knob destroyed my supposed awesome night. Not cool.
There’s a resulting general malaise within me for missing that event. Not to sound overly dramatic, but I sort of needed that night. Well, so much for needs then.
I’ve been getting a lot of comments that this “emo” phase I seem to be going through is becoming unsettling (translation: increasingly annoying), but I’d like to make a couple of points clear. One, I’m not going through an “emo” phase. Not intentionally at least. And two, I’m fine. I’m just going through a lot of weird transitory bullshit, but I still recognize that things ares till workable and that a lot of other people are going through a lot more complicated issues right now that are truly worth bitching about.
Like I told a lot of people… I’m merely assessing my life’s direction right now, considering I never planned to be at a point that my life actually would need direction. My eternally short term apparently is taking a long term course. But I’ll be 25 ’til January, so anything can still happen.
Right now, honestly, I’m dead inside. Again. I need to have life breathed into me again. Side effects of leaving the school setting, I know… should’ve been more prepared.
Aw hell.
June 28th, 2007 at 9:48 pm
Speaking of events Im going to a formal with a date who plans to look for girls the MOMENT we get there. I have no gown and my social skills are rusty and to make matters worse we have no alcohol there