It has been a while since I have written, but plenty has been going on.... like always most has been behind the scenes. In other words, in my head. I have become quite the master of hiding my emotions. Most of last week was spent repressing equally massive amounts of anger and sorrow. Summer always seems to bring these feelings to the front... Maybe because I function better in the cooler and calmer fall/winter as opposed to the hot and chaotic summer. Who knows? Regardless I am feeling a bit better this week. I am still very edgy and I fear that I will be for some time. I am hitting the weights again at least.... That always makes me feel better. Maybe I will take a run later in the week. That would be very nice. Help me in clearing my head... Drain some of the negativity from my system. I think maybe a bit of solitude would be the best overall solution, but life as it is now will simply not allow it. Responsibility... sometimes it just doesn't seem worth it. But... I am the rock, the solid foundation from which others build their lives and I can't take that lightly. Carry on.... Atlas
This song makes me think of the situation in Iraq, although I guess it could be representative of any armed conflict. Anyhow here 'tis.
Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and down
But in the end it's only round and round
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside
"I mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it?
I mean he get off lightly, 'cos I would've given him a
Thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion,
But really...I mean good manners
don't cost nothing do they, eh?"
Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died
