A First In A Long Time

(I enjoy capitalizing my blog titles, sometimes. Other times, it's like, "eh, I don't really care, but this is what I want this to say, and you have no choice in the matter whatsoever." My chair just made a sound..)

I was driving on my road of residence when the song "Good To Be Me" by Uncle Kraker came on the radio. Now, if Uncle Kraker doesn't set the mood for feeling like a true Southerner, let's look at one of the greatest lyrics in the song: "Damn, it feels good to be me". And indeed, in that very second and instant, I wholeheartedly agreed. I smelled sick nasty due to working out; I was sweaty and my hair was plastered to my face which was a bright fluorescent red like a tomato. I rolled my window down and cruised down my country bumpy road, belting out this song that I don't even know the lyrics to unless it's the chorus, which of course, plays at least 3 times in a song's entirety. I was waiting and hoping for the awkwardness if someone was sitting outside there home, watching this disgusting Spanish girl driving a Japanese car singing a country song. The irony was and is not lost on me in the least, however I was spared and no one noticed. At least, I don't think so.

"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain." (Jim Morrison)