I was told the other day that the only reason why I wanted something to work out was because I can't stand the thought of looking like I had failed, not because of the actual failing.
My first thought was shock, then it traveled through hurt and ended up somewhere in anger with no directions on how to get out. I have to admit, I have a horrible temper, I have lots of faults ( don't we all?) Even though this comment really hurt, the anger subsided and has caused me to look deeper into my own swiss cheese of a head. Somebody Someday.
Hello Mr. Hypothalamus (He controls my hormones and triggers me to wake up) He seems to be sleeping with a "tent pitched." Hmm.. that explains why I have a hard time waking up and I am always horny....it appears that Mr. Hypothalamus is a lazy and perverted bastard....
traveling deeper...
Ugg Me want cheese, me like cheese, me love cheese... whoops back up a little... my primitive brain seems to like cheese....
Fair Winds and Following Seas my matey's..
Well, about me. I am just like anyone one else I want to be loved, wanted, blah blah blah.... yep all standard stuff here... but wait whats that? It's really bright, just hard to see under all of this crap..... ah.. it's my ambition.... as I uncover it, it's larger than it appears.... ah yes, I remember what its doing tucked away in this far corner ...
I remember a time when my own ambition was a curse. I never was quite happy with where I was at, I used this unhappiness to drive me to be a better person.... to be somebody someday..
Unfortunately this unhealthy drive ended up hurting the ones I loved, and I am truly saddened by this. For the chase for the cheese brought only despair to those around me.
Now to the real reason we took this journey, to find out what drives me
a) the thought of looking like I had failed
b) the actual failing itself.
I look around.. I see lots of emotions, all strewn about. Hastily discarded and half buried. Buried only good enough to take the sting away, some happy ones buried too. Will have to come back and look into that later.
As I leave the inner works of my mind, I brush past a memory. It's of a song, it's tied with so many emotions both recent and so long ago..
When I was just sixteen I stood waiting for a dream
A barker street bus station non affair
At the time it seemed so sad, but it did not turn out bad
If you hadn't messed me up I'd still be there
And I think most folks agree, a little put-down makes them see
They aint no chain - just a link and that's why you made me think
Gonna be somebody - be somebody - be somebody - somedayIrene Wilde- Ian Hunter
I feel the emotion pass through me like the first crisp fall night breeze, no longer of harsh cold of hurt and pain but of a sweetness that makes me who I am.
I am Somebody..