Listening. Listening is not something I am good at. I’m more of a talker – the more about me, the better. But listening is something I’ve been doing this week.
I’ve been listening to….someone talk about how things aren’t going well at school, someone talk about how life has really been living in The Shithole, someone talk about how his parents marriage really is, someone talk about what to do for his wife for mother’s day, someone talk about the frustrations of appearing blessedly mortal in the face of so much perfection…
I’ve been listening to a song. It is part of that playlist – the one I have to handle what life is giving me these days, the one I have to help me win the “I don’t think you can handle it” argument I get sometimes. The song…it seems to sum up perfectly the incredibly confusing range of emotions I’m experiencing these days.
You better choose your words carefully/because I’m not your anything/Gonna stay here in my place/And you stay in yours/Because you’re only good as what you’re good for
Would I see you tonight at a place we would go?/ Going through the motions leads to real emotions/I wanna make things right before time runs out/It was like you said, the taste don’t taste like it should
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