Posted by johnamor | Filed under Rants
It’s funny how things turn out. I don’t much fancy myself the kind of person who makes friends easily, much less keeps a ton of them. It’s interesting how, over the course of your life, you can become quite well acquainted with your heroes, only to feel disappointed and quite honestly lost at the end of the day. If your idols aren’t the kind of people you’d like yourself to be, what does that say about you? Conversely, an old and withered part of you gets tickled when you find yourself relating a lot better to a face at the opposite bank of a bridge long burnt.
So no… it’s not the friends you make, it’s the friends you keep.
So my band’s gotten back together… though Sean’s still in North Carolina, and Jan and I live in separate towns here in the Philippines. So we’re pretty much a virtual band at the moment, and that’s probably how it’s gonna play out all told. The wife’s happy just to see me make music again, I’m just glad to find out the boys and I still get along even without alchohol involved.
Work has been work, and March is looking to be a month of new things and old commitments. I’m pretty sure it’ll be my busiest month of this year, with a coupla things probably bleeding into April and May. But you know what? I sit at a desk all day and rub a stick on a clump of flat fiber. On a tough day, I’ll break a sweat — one pathetic bland little excuse for a bead of salty effort. And then I’ll take a break.
I really shouldn’t even be allowed , legally, to complain. Quit being a whiny bitch, John.
I find that It’s important to have a good idea of who your friends are when the usual order of every day has a session of self-loathing pencilled in.