The happy place

Today I was not focused enough during the fitness class to get the choreography right.

I’ve been having guilt about certain choices I’ve made, which I don’t regret nonetheless

Because they were for me

But

I’ve placed myself in an uncomfortable spot indeed, much like a nut in a nutcracker, only I am the one operating it, if you understand how this can be confusing?

And I am feeling the wrong things, why aren’t I angry?

One fine day maybe

I guess I shouldn’t crank that damn nutcracker to begin with

It’s the type of situation where I am clearly an idiot man.

Let go of the fucking handle , idiot man!

hey I have listened to Johnny Cash by Fred Eaglesmith all day, a powerful song about all of the shallow so called fans of Johnny Cash who only listened to him when he was dead or covered Hurt by Nine Inch Nails, but in 1989 when Cash was struggling they were all listening to heavy metal; they couldn’t care less…

I can’t explain why, but these lyrics are so good and I myself is exempt I think because I am too young to have been listening to him when he was alive, I mean.

I mean I really don’t care either way

I just want to live and die in peace