Will You Still Be There When the Heartache Ends?

Rob Thomas is a living god. Just thought you should know.

Again, he commented on the fact that he calls everything in the greater metropolitan area "Detroit". I turned to my mom (a big ol' Jewel fan!) and said, "See? Rob Thomas gets it!". She stared at me blankly... Karen, you should have been there. You would have laughed. :)

So today may/may not be my last day working here. I don't know. I probably won't find out until 4:30 this afternoon when my boss rushes in to pay me, and I say, "Dude, what's going on next week?" and he says, "Next week?".

Someone needs to hire me right now. Boo.

Hmm. Concerts always seem to change my perspective. Why do the same lyrics smack me in the face and mean something entirely new when I hear them in person? I've heard all of those songs many, many times. When I hear them live, I perk up and say, "Wait a second, I AM looking for something to be!" or "Hey, I DON'T want to be lonely anymore!".

And then I drive home for three and a half hours... with nothing to look at but empty blackness and reflective yellow and white paint... and nothing to do but think. And think. And think.

I've emerged on the other side, feeling like there should be more than this. Wasn't I supposed to BE something? Wasn't I supposed to FIND something? Wasn't this all supposed to be leading up to something bigger?

I'm a fan of the "anti-climax" when it applies to other people and situations, but not my life. If this really is as good as it gets, I'm not impressed.

(About 10 people are saying, "Move to Chicago!" right now. Folks, when I say "this", it's an all-encompassing term. Chicago, New York, wherever, whatever, it's "this".)

Now comes the night, feel it fading away. And the soul underneath, is it all that remains? So just slide over here, leave your fear in the fray. Let us hold to each other 'til the end of our days...