I thought about something really profound today. I want to tell you so bad, but I can’t really put it into words. It’s like being happy and sad, regretfully proud and believing in the most truth based conspiracy theory ever.
I’ve felt like that a lot the last few months, especially when I was living in four different parts of the United States since June. I drove 1100 miles in 21 hours, and I know that doesn’t sound very impressive, but almost six of those hours I spent waiting at Goodyear for my car to get four new tires. Then less than thirty days later, I drove another 3200 miles by myself cross country and paid for almost everything with cash.
Fact. I have not worked a real bonafide job since May 13th, and if I can be ultra candid, those last two weeks at my bar job I barely even “worked.” I went to smoke a cigarette during a shift around 8:30pm and I never came back. Who the fuck do I think I am?
Apparently, I’m someone who defies the rules of conventional thinking and bridges the gap between the brain cells and stars in my mind, and that reminds me of a song I’ve been listening to for a week. this galaxy in my mind
Sometimes it becomes even more difficult than normal for me to understand what I know and even more of a debacle to explain it to anyone. And I don’t know why, but I’m drifting away from you.
I’ve been kind of a baller lately, and by that I mean I cried like a bitch in May, June, and July. In some ways I was a baller cause I made enough money to finance this $5000 move back home but it other ways I teared up when I saw the sunrise while crossing the border from California to Arizona. Here’s the proof
I know what you’re thinking….he can’t possibly cry and drive a car while taking a picture of the sun coming up, but you’re wrong because as I found out, I am able to do a lot of different things at once, even though I recently lost my wallet in my apartment tonight for a few hours.
I swear to God I don’t know what I’m going to do with 1150 square feet of space but the good news is the walls are starting to come alive with the memories I’ve made in the past and those are the things that will inspire me in the future.
I’m numb from blocking out the pain, drenched from the tears I’ve been holding in since somewhere outside of Phoenix. and I need money so bad that I took the first and only job that I was offered, even though a part of me loathes the fact that I have to.
My friends and family tell me it’s the logical choice, and that sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do, and whatever other euphemisms that apply to my situation that they can throw my way. I do appreciate it, and I am listening with one ear, but right now all I can hear is blah, blah, blah.