The Unhipster

in through the outdoor

June 22, 2012
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(*post title is a led zeppelin reference and has absolutely zero to do with this blurb, but there is no other title deserving and sometimes a phrase or word just pops into your head.  like “digeridoo” or “sacajawea”).

here’s some proof that no matter what emotion is currently occupying your body, someone somewhere is experiencing it more intensely.  or wait, it might be proof that they’re smarter than you and know how to capture it in words, add some chords, and capitalize on it.  (i’m not sure if The Lumineers are aware that i am the self-appointed co-chair of their “street team” but it would be nice if they threw me a few perks.)

And it’s a shame that it ends this way
With nothing left to say
So just sit on your hands, while I walk aw-ay
It’s a shame, it’s a shame, it’s a shame
When my hands begin to shake
When bitterness is all I taste
And my car won’t stop
Cause I cut the brakes
I hold on to a hope in my fate

Oh oh ah ah hey hey
May you return to love one day
Well I hope and I pray
You get what you gave
Oh oh ah ah hey hey


it’s a little dark out tonight (despite the solstice)

June 21, 2012
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regret comes in many forms.  sometimes it’s a wine glass on your nightstand, with a corresponding emptied wine bottle somewhere in close proximity. but sometimes it takes more than a tylenol, a McDonald’s hashbrown, and a large coca cola to remedy the feeling.  hindsight isn’t 20/20, it’s a little roadtrip to hell, in a windowless ford focus with no AC and a radio station that only plays john mayer, heading southwest toward the realization that you have been making all the wrong decisions.  and once you get there, you step out into the ruins and breathe a sigh of relief, because you have arrived (at last!), bearing witness to the royal mess that you single-handedly created.  welcome to town of regret, population: 1.

yes the unfortunate part is there is no undoing.  you can’t go back and cork the bottle at a reasonable hour, and you can’t go back and replace your stubborness with thoughtful actions derived from positive realizations. someone forgot the reverse option on the transmission of the crappy ford focus.

as with every episode of “Full House” i suppose there is some sort of cliche lesson to be learned here.  and maybe this one is as simple as: get out of the claustrophobic vehicle, gingerly step across the ruins while trying to avoid burns that turn to scars, bid your farewell to the town you never intended on visiting, put The Lumineers cd in your disk man (oh wait, we can’t go back in time) and start walking toward a more desirable state of mind.  don’t take any pictures, but make a mental note to never revisit.

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