I played some music today. It was alright. I got to use my rocking guitar. It was just the two of us; he played the drums. We sat down and wrote out a song and talked about being a band and stuff. It was just alright. It didn't really go anywhere. Or, it did, but it wasn't quite where I wanted it to go. I might have been expecting too much when I went in, but there was no click. We weren't in sync. It was alright, but it wasn't like it used to be. Like I'm used to.
That's how it goes, I guess.
I've been thinking lately about the things that make me afraid. It's a long list, indeed. I don't know why I'm scared of most of them. That seems kind of silly. To be afraid of something without having any good reason to be afraid. So I won't be afraid of them anymore. I won't be afraid of the things on my list. Except for things like spiders and other buggy bugs.
I found a soccer shirt of mine from second grade. I recognized the color and pattern immediately. I've never owned another shirt that looked like it. I can still fit in it. I remember when it billowed around my body. It doesn't really do that anymore.
But it's been twelve years since I wore it and my arms still don't fill out the sleeves. That's kind of depressing.
That's how it goes, I guess.
I've been thinking lately about the things that make me afraid. It's a long list, indeed. I don't know why I'm scared of most of them. That seems kind of silly. To be afraid of something without having any good reason to be afraid. So I won't be afraid of them anymore. I won't be afraid of the things on my list. Except for things like spiders and other buggy bugs.
I found a soccer shirt of mine from second grade. I recognized the color and pattern immediately. I've never owned another shirt that looked like it. I can still fit in it. I remember when it billowed around my body. It doesn't really do that anymore.
But it's been twelve years since I wore it and my arms still don't fill out the sleeves. That's kind of depressing.
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