skipping kicks ass
”What a comfort to find out you’re losing your mind when you re-realize that it’s not the first time” That is an interesting bit of witty and truthful prose from Evan Dando. BTW – Also the first name of my second little boy. I’ve always been interested in song lyrics. They speak to me unlike poems, music and words come together to form the emotion as a whole. This is something -a would be songwriter- (as in wish I could) like myself, or anyone just really interested in human emotion finds compelling. It’s what makes people “fanatical”.
I’ve always found the best songs to be all of the following combined: honest, self deprecating, funny and relatable. Such is life right? I guess that’s what brings me here…. Literally right here typing on this little black keyboard talking to… well, I don’t know who… and wondering what I’ll find in this little mind of mine to make up for the fact that I probably lost most of my marbles around 1994. and... GASP! It’s happening again. When you are losing your mind Evan is right, it’s a comfort to find out you’ve done it before and survived.
Maybe I just feel lost in the 2 months since my second child; a son called Evan – his brother is Rhett – (Old’97’s fan) has been born. BTW, I love him more than life. His dad was not going to be the “man in the gray flannel suit”, but he is… Maybe I’ve been ready to leave this job since I started. I’m a something else dammitt and I’m built for something else. I’m missing too much fun. I feel like I’m also missing life. Some people were meant for life in a cubicle telling others how they should be operating their computers. That person is simply just not me. I should mention now I have nothing against those of you who live in cubicles and like the office banter associated with corporate life. I’m simply stating a fact. It’s making me crazy. My life is very much not dissimilar to Bill Murray’s life in the movie “Ground Hogg Day” - I think I spelled Hogg like Boss Hogg from Dukes of Hazzard back there in the last sentence.- forgive me.?
Anyway my professional life is a combination of that and the movie “Office Space”. Same shit everyday, not to mention there were problems with my Slim32 reports this month. And no shit I actually work with an application called TPS and it has reports, due, with coversheets….totally not making that up. If you’ve seen those movies or listened to a little Evan Dando some of this or at least bits of this may make sense. If on the other hand you are already what I’m turning into… Someone who gets excited about juice boxes and office parties I say this now for the good of humanity- Leave… LEAVE, get up from your chair, and go outside, skip down the street with your arms at your sides and both hands / fingers locked into a perpetually downward pointed F-U bird. It will make all of us feel better, and best of all I’ll feel more liberated because I won’t be the only one doing it.
I’ve always found the best songs to be all of the following combined: honest, self deprecating, funny and relatable. Such is life right? I guess that’s what brings me here…. Literally right here typing on this little black keyboard talking to… well, I don’t know who… and wondering what I’ll find in this little mind of mine to make up for the fact that I probably lost most of my marbles around 1994. and... GASP! It’s happening again. When you are losing your mind Evan is right, it’s a comfort to find out you’ve done it before and survived.
Maybe I just feel lost in the 2 months since my second child; a son called Evan – his brother is Rhett – (Old’97’s fan) has been born. BTW, I love him more than life. His dad was not going to be the “man in the gray flannel suit”, but he is… Maybe I’ve been ready to leave this job since I started. I’m a something else dammitt and I’m built for something else. I’m missing too much fun. I feel like I’m also missing life. Some people were meant for life in a cubicle telling others how they should be operating their computers. That person is simply just not me. I should mention now I have nothing against those of you who live in cubicles and like the office banter associated with corporate life. I’m simply stating a fact. It’s making me crazy. My life is very much not dissimilar to Bill Murray’s life in the movie “Ground Hogg Day” - I think I spelled Hogg like Boss Hogg from Dukes of Hazzard back there in the last sentence.- forgive me.?
Anyway my professional life is a combination of that and the movie “Office Space”. Same shit everyday, not to mention there were problems with my Slim32 reports this month. And no shit I actually work with an application called TPS and it has reports, due, with coversheets….totally not making that up. If you’ve seen those movies or listened to a little Evan Dando some of this or at least bits of this may make sense. If on the other hand you are already what I’m turning into… Someone who gets excited about juice boxes and office parties I say this now for the good of humanity- Leave… LEAVE, get up from your chair, and go outside, skip down the street with your arms at your sides and both hands / fingers locked into a perpetually downward pointed F-U bird. It will make all of us feel better, and best of all I’ll feel more liberated because I won’t be the only one doing it.
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