I must admit that I do enjoy the fact that no one really knows about this small, insignificant, place on the web that I have claimed as my own. It allows me a certain degree of freedom that I am not afforded in other places. Here, I am allowed to be myself; i am allowed to drop all pretenses that everything is going well and be myself. Here is one of the few places where I am allowed to be honest with myself.
I can admit things such as displeasure with Seattle. It has nothing to do with the city itself, but rather the situation I find myself in. I can admit my increased dependence on old friends such as Jack and Morgan or new friends such as Spire, Strongbow and Crispin. There is little fear of reprisal or having to assuage too many hurt feelings or distraught thoughts over my well being. There are a few that may stumble upon my ramblings here from time to time, but hopefully they know me well enough that any information here shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise. If it does, then perhaps the channels of communication aren’t as open as they should be. Or it could be that they do as I and try to ignore those things that induce uncomfortable feelings.
There are times when you hear a song and it just seems to resonate so well with your current situation that you would swear that the lyricists peaked into your mind to find inspiration. That is how I feel about Low Tide of the Night by Everything But the Girl. Off of their album, Temperamental, [...]
Love the one you’re with, or so the lyrics go. In my time here in Seattle, I am finding that to be easier said than done. The major fallacy in such logic is that it assumes that there is someone for you to be with in lieu of the one you love. Unfortunately, I do [...]
