She's Lump

For the past couple of days, I haven't been much of anything. Haven't been a musician, or a writer. Haven't been a friend. Haven't been a lover. I haven't even been quarter-assed, much less half-assed.

I've just sat, a lump of organic material, wallowing in the effluence of my own cerebral cortex. I could teach an 800-level course on self-criticism.

I drove to L's this evening for my piano lesson in silence (a very, very rare thing). I was in a total funk and couldn't budge myself out of it. L's kind words and soft voice brought me out of myself. She forced me to emerge and concentrate on something other than debasing my own shortcomings. Having a lesson with her was 500% better, I'd imagine, than any drug.

After my lesson (which ended up being an hour long), I got in the car and realized that there was one thing to do. I shoved some Tiesto into the CD player and danced all the way home.

The universe is too full of fascinating people, and shades of green to appreciate, music to puzzle over and nebulae to gaze at to waste time being a loser.