I Don't Feel Like It Today

Sorry, but I'm just not feeling it today. I don't feel like getting out of bed early like all the normal people. I don't feel like raking the leaves. I don't feel like reading. I certainly don't feel like looking at the news. I don't feel like writing this blog. I'm restless, angry, tired, uninspired. I have an abundance of things I want to say to you, but I don't have the vocabulary. I'm rendered inarticulate, or at least that's how I feel. Though, maybe I'm wrong. I don't know. Let me know when you're done reading this.

All I want to do is put on my headphones and play some music as loud as I can. Music is one of my best friends during this "trying time". Why is this time referred to as 'trying'? It's not the time that's trying, it's me. I'm trying as hard as I can Goddamn it!

We're all snug inside our cocoons, our "safe spaces". I didn't realize how quickly I would become tired and disdainful of safety. In the words of the incomparable Iggy Pop, "Gimme Danger."

Martin Luther King once said, "Only in the dark can you see the stars." I think the problem is, I'm not keeping my head lifted to see them. I only see my shoes in motion because I can't stop walking. I can't seem to sit still, but I should practice more. Sit down and relax. Sink into your boredom! It's really not THAT bad. You might as well grab a seat and get comfortable. To quote The Byrds, "You ain't goin' nowhere!"

What will I feel like once this is over? Will I possess some kind of superpower? I'm not sure I'll have immunity to the virus, but maybe I'll be immune to fear of the road that doesn't seem to have a destination. I'll certainly be an amazing cook, that's for sure. I hope you'll come over. I'd love to make you dinner. I'll even let you hug me, and you can also grab my ass;)

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