Sometimes, I just want to scream at the top of my lungs. Not in an angry way, not in frustration. Just to make sure I’m alive and physically living life. But, with all the other people in the world, you don’t get those kind of screaming opportunities.
I saw a sublime tribute band in concert last night with Lizzie. I told her, “Let’s just listen to some good music for once. I don’t want any hookups. I just want to listen to some good music”. Lizzie said, “See, that’s the kind of attitude that will get you hookups”. Completely contradicting the whole purpose. The music, though was amazing. I just wanted to close my eyes, breathe in the vibrations of the drums, the sound of the guitar changing chords, sway with the breeze of the lyrics. The crowd was feeling it, the good humor was infectious. I laughed with people I’ve never seen in my life, smiled at people who I have no intention of ever seeing again, made conversation with people who’s names I’ve forgotten or never knew in the first place. I threw my hands in the air, screamed at the top of my lungs. And it wasn’t till this morning that I realized I’d been screaming so loud. Because everyone with me last night had been screaming too.
thanks for that, just what I was looking for