Do you believe you’re missing out?
Everything good is happening somewhere else.
But with nobody in your bed, the night’s hard to get through.
And I will die all alone.
And when I arrive, I won’t know anyone.
Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again,
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
‘Cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend.
Well, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die,
I’m a little bit scared of what comes after...
-- Brand New, ”Jesus Christ”
[Ed. note: No, I’m not suicidal; no, I’m not turning Christian. Read between the lines.]
i *think* i know what you mean and im right there with you.
While I’m glad to hear you’re not suicidal or turning Christian (not that there’s anything wrong with converting, whatever), I’m bummed for you for the other part.
I was just about to post on your earlier blog that I could read between the lines and that I hoped you were doing okay. I always say that it’s better to be alone than in bad company. And by bad company, I don’t mean “bad”, just the wrong company at the wrong time. Or, as the Wicked Witch of the West put it, All in good time, my pretty, all in good time.
In addition to my talent for reading between the lines, I also have a knack for cliches.