Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Molly's Problem
Just one of many
Today as I sat at my kitchen table trying to write lyrics to some new music I came up with on a whim, my cat jumped up on the wine chest next to me and proceeded to yell in my ear. The way this works is that my kitchen table is sorta in a corner of the room... it's relatively close to three walls... enough room that you can comfortably pull chairs out, but in the very corner, there is a wine chest that is exactly the right height for a cat to sit on in order for it to yell in your ear over your shoulder while you're trying to eat dinner (or write song lyrics as this case had been.) Anyway, I digress.
So I was trying to write these lyrics... and I was just about done... and I was trying to come up with a good name for the song, and Molly (the cat) was yelling at me, and I turned to her and I said, "What is your problem?!?" And she looked so cute there, yelling at me, that I got into cutesy wootsey mode and in a cutesy wootsie voice said, (in the third person of course, because it's cutesy wootsey) "What is Molly's problem?" And then it dawned on me. "Molly's Problem" is a really cool name for a song.
That's really all I had to say about that, and I never did find out what her problem was.
I've been thinking too much lately about what I'm doing with my life. I've come to the conclusion that I have some pretty crazy idealistic things that I want to accomplish. When I broke the news to the world that I wanted to go to grad school for writing, I got a mainly unfavorable response, and that bummed me out. This has led me to believe that I am going to maintain some of these crazy goals I've set for myself, but instead of seeking support, I'm just going to do it. I have lots of things I want to accomplish in my life that most of the world doesn't know about. And actually, I don't think I'm going to make these aspirations public, because I don't like the "reality won't let you do that" response I usually get. True, they may be correct, but nowadays I think that's my mistake to make, and I'm going to be young and stupid and live life to the fullest and make stupid idealistic mistakes. Now's the time for me to make a plan and stick to it, and, if need be, not tell anyone about it because I don't need anyone's negativity changing my mind. Claire has to tap into Claire. Just today I came up with some good clues about what I need to be doing. I'm set. I'm ready to chase after stuff you can't chase after when you're old. I've got a steady job that pays the bills, and that's just fine for me while I look to see if this other stuff pans out. And if it doesn't, then I'll go be a working stiff and teach in a school or otherwise humor my education. And if I fail miserably, well then, it will only be myself I disappoint and I won't have to hear any "I told you so"s from the original naysayers.
Yeah. At least I know I've got full support from Claire Whaley. She's a smart cookie. I trust her judgment.
"Senseless hope and paper dreams
Come rush my head
To me that's how it seems
Is it my dream?"
~ Photographs by The Great Fall
Today as I sat at my kitchen table trying to write lyrics to some new music I came up with on a whim, my cat jumped up on the wine chest next to me and proceeded to yell in my ear. The way this works is that my kitchen table is sorta in a corner of the room... it's relatively close to three walls... enough room that you can comfortably pull chairs out, but in the very corner, there is a wine chest that is exactly the right height for a cat to sit on in order for it to yell in your ear over your shoulder while you're trying to eat dinner (or write song lyrics as this case had been.) Anyway, I digress.
So I was trying to write these lyrics... and I was just about done... and I was trying to come up with a good name for the song, and Molly (the cat) was yelling at me, and I turned to her and I said, "What is your problem?!?" And she looked so cute there, yelling at me, that I got into cutesy wootsey mode and in a cutesy wootsie voice said, (in the third person of course, because it's cutesy wootsey) "What is Molly's problem?" And then it dawned on me. "Molly's Problem" is a really cool name for a song.
That's really all I had to say about that, and I never did find out what her problem was.
I've been thinking too much lately about what I'm doing with my life. I've come to the conclusion that I have some pretty crazy idealistic things that I want to accomplish. When I broke the news to the world that I wanted to go to grad school for writing, I got a mainly unfavorable response, and that bummed me out. This has led me to believe that I am going to maintain some of these crazy goals I've set for myself, but instead of seeking support, I'm just going to do it. I have lots of things I want to accomplish in my life that most of the world doesn't know about. And actually, I don't think I'm going to make these aspirations public, because I don't like the "reality won't let you do that" response I usually get. True, they may be correct, but nowadays I think that's my mistake to make, and I'm going to be young and stupid and live life to the fullest and make stupid idealistic mistakes. Now's the time for me to make a plan and stick to it, and, if need be, not tell anyone about it because I don't need anyone's negativity changing my mind. Claire has to tap into Claire. Just today I came up with some good clues about what I need to be doing. I'm set. I'm ready to chase after stuff you can't chase after when you're old. I've got a steady job that pays the bills, and that's just fine for me while I look to see if this other stuff pans out. And if it doesn't, then I'll go be a working stiff and teach in a school or otherwise humor my education. And if I fail miserably, well then, it will only be myself I disappoint and I won't have to hear any "I told you so"s from the original naysayers.
Yeah. At least I know I've got full support from Claire Whaley. She's a smart cookie. I trust her judgment.
"Senseless hope and paper dreams
Come rush my head
To me that's how it seems
Is it my dream?"
~ Photographs by The Great Fall
