Things that Fly!

On Staying Scared

I'm listening to a Old Hurricane Blues by The Mexican Hat Band. The name says it all. I'm feeling a bit crazy but I'm, as usual, constrained to my usual avenues of dispersment. I have just walked in the door from an evening of serving at Boston Pizza. I'm still in my uniform, and my coat is still on. I feel like a soldier in a battlefield taking a quick nap before heading out back under fire. And I could leave, I could get up and walk out the door and drive all night and all day until my feet are resting on a beautiful Mexican shore. Derlict of duty as the ocean laps at my feet. But I stay.

I have just plugged in my beeping cellphone, taken my coat off and changed into some comfortable warm clothes. Possible resistance is quelled for one more night. I don't know how long I can fend off these crazy impulses. They aren't crazy because I think that they're abnormal, just that this world is crazy and it seems the sane thing to do. And maybe I'm still talking like I don't believe in myself. Maybe I should start doing the things that I think are normal. I'm crazy not to.

I've changed songs now and I'm listening to Jammin' By Bob Marley. I wish that I had some headphones so that I could play this song really loud. So that I could dance awkwardly around a short cord. Have you ever done that, danced to music only you could hear?

posted by Rob and Lauren @ 11:29 PM