And Sometimes It’s Time to Wake up and Ignore the Shite!
So I have this week off work. Reason? To spend time with my beautiful four year old daughter – we let our kids’ nanny go (ugly fiscal reasons) – and it’s late, everyone is asleep, the Mrs included … and I’m full of beans – wide eyed, bushy tailed and in a bloody good mood.
Reason? Not sure. Perhaps a psychosomatic counter-reaction to all the shite hitting every facet of Life! – the news, blues and all things rude! hahah! The Ying to the stress of Yang!?
Either way – it is a feeling that I’ve missed – or rather … have artificially induced with that old-off-the-shelf mood-altering generic stimulant chestnut! Hardly the same as the Real McCoy – the real ‘Buzz’! – that natural high … that ‘everything will work out just fine’ you see feeling! The Jimmy Stewart drug of optimism in the face of adversity! The heart-pumping, deep-breathing, scent of happiness that lies around the corner – just a teasingly fingertip distance from the status quo!
It’s close to midnight. I took a paint-sodden roller and took a hefty chunk of my daughter’s (new) bedroom wall to task with a strip of very busy pink!
The dog, clearly confused by my nocturnal good mood, demanded a walk and off we went – iPod, leash and a both walked, neigh skipped, a stride and a random rythm-inspired strut! [Rock and Roll!]
Sixty degrees outside (in Chicago in March! Wow!) and what a staggeringly refreshing walk was had by me and Hound! If Scout could smile (and how she tries!) she’d cry out … ‘About bloody time you miserable Git!!’
Clearly I felt obliged to share this … most rare of emotional highs. Endorphin rush baby! Bottle it!, label it!, and sell it wholesale to Costco. The World needs a kick in the nuts. A wake up call that the day-to-day dogma of doom and gloom is but a distraction from the Spring smell of opportunity, contentment and, perhaps, acceptance that it ain’t as bad as perception belies! Fuck it! I’m breathing! That’s a bloody miracle based on recent emotional swings!
Ha ha ha! I have this terribly canny inclination that, when the rush dies and I crash … the morning will inspire another Orwellian day of drone chasing the proverbial honey pot! Kill me now! God, … please, make it swift! What a high!
And Daniel Powter says it best:
Jimmy you know, everybody hates you when you’re living off rock ‘n roll
So you get high tonight
And Jimmy you lied, I wonder if you ever get yourself back here alive
So you get high tonight
‘Cause you don’t need nobody to make it on your own
You dont need nobody you’d rather be alone
So Jimmy gets high tonight
And Jimmy gets high tonight
I must confess, I’m a real live wire
Jimmy you and me we get along a while
Jimmy gets high tonight
Jimmy you lied, I’m hoping that soon maybe life it don’t pass you by
So Jimmy gets high tonight
And Jimmy you know, everybody hates you when you’re living off your rock ‘n roll
So you get high tonight
‘Cause you don’t need nobody to make it on your own
You don’t need nobody you’d rather be alone
So Jimmy gets high tonight
And Jimmy gets high tonight
I must confess, I’m a real life wired
Jimmy you and me we get along a while
Jimmy gets high tonight
I’ve been so confused
And I just hope it all gets banned to you
So Jimmy gets high tonight
I must confess, I’m a real life wired
Jimmy you and me we get along a while
So Jimmy gets high tonight
And I hope it’ll be allright
Jimmy gets high tonight
And I hope it’ll be allright
Jimmy you know, everybody hates you when youre living off your rock ‘n roll
So you get high
Posted on March 11th, 2009 under Politics • 
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