The Nevermind

O—I’m serious
Nobody seems to mind
The slow decline
O—I’m serious
Everyone seems just fine
With the nevermind

Nobody’s looking
At where they’re going
And nobody’s steering
As if they’re floating downstream

O—I’m serious

One by one, we march contently out to sea
Everyone thinks someone else has got the lead

But nobody’s looking
At where they’re going
And nobody’s steering
As if they’re floating downstream

O—I’m serious
Nobody seems to mind
The slow decline
O—I’m serious
Everyone seems just fine
With the nevermind

Meeting people is easy

If you have been rejected many times in your life, then one more rejection isn’t going to make much difference. If you’re rejected, don’t automatically assume it’s your fault. The other person may have several reasons for not doing what you are asking her to do: none of it may have anything to do with you. Perhaps the person is busy or not feeling well or genuinely not interested in spending time with you. Rejections are part of everyday life. Don’t let them bother you. Keep reaching out to others. Keep reaching out to others. When you begin to receive positive responses, then you are on the right track. It’s all a matter of numbers. Count the positive responses and forget about the rejections.

(—Radiohead)

Fashion made easy in three simple steps

  1. All fashion is just glorified pattern recognition—skills you should have picked up back in grade school.
  2. Just like technology, fashion has no place for loyalty—don’t be caught wearing the equivalent of the horse-and-buggy.
  3. Don’t reinvent the wheel—you don’t have to work hard at fashion as long as you pay attention to people who do.

Narcissism

So I think I may be fighting a losing battle. I never did know when to quit, especially when it comes to little things like love and dreams. Maybe it’s a character flaw of mine to think that I can do anything I set my mind to. I’m just not very good at bailing.

I often find myself disappointed with how unreliable people are when it comes down to it. Sometimes I think the only things worth doing are the things you can do by yourself because you’re the only person you can truly count on.

To hell with dreams that depend on other people to share them with you.

The Payoff

Go sell me, darling,
For the best deal you find.
I won’t mind, ’cause all I see
Are fading dreams and memories
Of you and me.

Go sell me, darling,
Cash out while you can.
I’ll understand, ’cause what I say
Will keep you waiting for the day,
The day that I’ll pay off.

But I’m only dead weight,
And the future’s looking grim.
And the sun is slowly sinking.
I don’t think we’re gonna win, this time.

So go sell me, darling,
I’ll try to look the other way.
As you throw me away.
It’s plain to see I’m just a liability,
So cut my string.

Ode to the Overboard

O—every weekend is an island.
I’m just trying to float ashore.
O—every Sunday is an eyesore.
Get ready to sink again.

O—off the deep end…
O—off the deep end, again.

O—as I try to swim to safety,
The water fills up my lungs
O—and the current overtakes me.
One moment more, and I’m done.

O—I might as well…
O—I might as well let go.

O—every weekend is an island.

All of the above

Nearly two and a half years, and it all comes down to this. Two and a half years, and it’s stale, generic, store-bought clichés.

“If we had only met later in life.”
“I’m just not ready for this kind of commitment.”
“It’s just not going to work out between us.”
“It’s not you, it’s me.”

Call me naive. Call me romantic. Call me hopeless.

I just never thought I’d go through this again.

And all I find are souvenirs from better times
before the gleam of your taillights fading east
to find yourself a better life.

DCFC

Sinking

I’m a sinking ship,
And buckets just won’t fix this.
Women and children first.
The hull’s about to burst.
Watching it all fall apart on my…
Watching it all fall apart.

It’s only broken in my head.
It’s never quite right in my head.
It’s always broken in my head.
In my head.

Can’t you see?
I’m losing speed.
Friction fights the inertia,
Pulling me down.

I’m a shooting star,
But I’m not going far.
Piercing the atmosphere,
My pilot knows no fear.
Watch me burning up before your eyes.
Watch me burning up the sky.

If you broke into my head,
You could see the things I never said,
If you could see inside my head.

Can’t you see?
I’m losing speed.
Friction fights the inertia,
Pulling me down.