"I don't feel the sun's coming out today, staying in, gonna find another way..." Yes, it's a line from a great blind melon song, "Change". But more importantly, it is music. Obvious statement, I realize, but something was made apparent to me this morning on my drive in to work. A mini-epiphany, if you will. I'm not a fortune-teller, or some kind of ancient oracle or seer. I don't know what the future holds for anyone, so I'm writing from my perspective, regarding my interests, and concerns. I believe, in a prospective mate, it is imperative for me to find someone who not only appreciates music, but has her own list of "special" songs, for whom the lyrics have powerful meanings. I never really even thought about this, until I experienced it. I recently went through a whirlwind clusterfuck of a "relationship" of sorts, in which this happened - the girl was proficient in her choice of music and why she chose the songs she chose. That lent itself to be a common ground for her and I. Ultimately, in this instance, it doesn't matter because she is gone now. But for future reference, it is important to me.
Which brings me to another point. What the fuck am I doing? With this blog. This whole effort? Seriously, there is LITERALLY no one who will be reading this but me. Therefore, one has to ask, what purpose does it serve? If not to play the part of "performer" on the world stage of the internet, what function does something like t his serve? Is it some sort of therapeutic device to help cope with life? Is it some kind of cry for attention? I mean if you think about it, one could say it is that - a cry for attention. Except for the odds.... in order for this to be some kind of cry for attention, there would have to be a possibility of someone seeing this besides myself. And while technically possible, the odds of someone searching google for "abstract scorpio blog" or something remotely close to that, make anyone else seeing this post or any post I create, remote and improbable.
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