Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Thursday, March 17, 2011
 
I'm feeling emotionally crazy. But I always feel emotionally crazy when something is about to change in my life. It's almost like an injury that gets stirred up by a change in the weather. But rather than physical, it's emotional. And emotionally, I am stirred by music. And in this instance, I am very emotionally stirred by the music of Glee.

It sound weird to repeat that to myself. I love Glee because it is such an escape from the real world. It allows me a chance to not be part of my life. But for some reason, the music seems to make me even more a part of what is going on in my life. I am still not sure how I feel about that. But I am definitely feeling. And strongly feeling.

I leave for a vacation in a week. For a week. I will use this moment to just think about nothing. Or maybe, everything. It's weird being in this situation. I'm not exactly out of control. On the contrary, I am in total control of what happens to me job-wise. Career-wise, not really. But I do have the power to give it a nudge. It's weird. I could just stay. But I don't want to. Mainly because I have never been the type to just stay and allow myself to be "beat".

So, here I am listening to the same songs again and again. Specifically, songs from my favorite show: Glee. What that does that make me? A loser. I don't know. I guess I don't have it that bad. Nope, I don't have it bad at all. Maybe it isn't bad. Maybe it isn't bad to be a loser. A loser like me. Later.
 
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