Normally, I'd put life, my MP3s, on random, and happily invite a particular set of them to play... Revel in the joy that those songs bring me and what they mean to me. Or what they meant to me. In the past week, I've found myself irked at the fact that they were playing... To the point of making an audible noise in disgust, quickly striking the Skip key, or hunting down a way to make the songs never play again. I don't have the heart to delete them, in the same way I don't have the heart to get rid of a lot of things... But it makes me wonder. Is my love for the world waning? Am I starting to not care, again? Is time taking its toll? Was I right, in that, time heals and erases all? Why am I letting time do this to me? I halfway promised I wouldn't let it happen... Although I'm actually hoping this is just me being lazy. My attitude is merely an apparent not-care due to the lack of exposure... Once I'm exposed again, I'll care. But... I dunno. It should have already happened. That or I'll get bum rushed (hah) in a week or so... Hopefully. I invite the tide to come in and sweep me away.
14:08 1/21/2003 Addendum - The concept of rush is so funny... Cuz, it's like, you're... Rush. -ed. Hence... Rush.
Posted by Mark Canlas at January 14, 2003 01:32 AM