"Dancing with Myself" - Billy Idol Yesterday after work I was going to meet a friend at a new cafe in Eagle Rock, which is not too far from my office. I had a choice. I could either drive all the way home for a mere 15 minutes of peace or stick it out for a little over an hour by myself. I hate being by myself. But... it just didn't make any sense to drive around in a circle when I was already right there. I know this sounds petty, but for people who know me this is far from it. I enjoy company. I take long lunches because of it. I rearrange my schedule for it. I'd inconvenience myself all the time if it meant having someone interesting to talk to. Otherwise, you'd see me sitting in front of my computer, eating out of a Tupperware in less than 10-minutes flat. I'm pretty quick if I eat alone because I find it completely and utterly boring. So, you'd think by now it's quite obvious what my choice would be. My head kept telling me, "Just go home....
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.