TGIMFF!!! My fellow Internet brethren, how are things with you? I'm a bit down myself for some reason. Yes, it's a beautiful day in Chicago. Yes, it's the beginning of a Summer weekend. Yes, I'm healthy, and have great family/friends/significant other...I guess it's just a case of the blues. I've never dealt with depression or anything like that, but can't someone just have the blues anymore? Now everything always has to have a diagnosis..."You're not just down, you suffer from: Major Depressive Disorder, Dysthymic Disorder, Manic Depression, Post Partum Depression, Atypical Depression, Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), etc., etc." "Take this prescription, and this anti-biotic, and do this, and don't do that, and, and, and"....it's getting to be a bit ridiculous.
For me, it's all just a state of mind. I know that there are some out there who just can't escape their life of melancholia, and I feel bad for that group. For most of us however, it's good to just accept the fact that you're going to feel down every once in awhile. There's NO reason to fake being happy all of the time, because it ain't true. Everything is NOT OK sometimes...and that's...OK. I know that my particular case is a combination of things: Being low on money, short on direction, the Chicago Cubs (I know it sounds ridiculous, but I can't help it), anxious about my music, etc., etc. Everyone has their own set of problems/worries, so I'm not going to bore you completely by getting into mine, but let's just be real with each other. Life sucks sometimes. That's just the way it is.
You simply have to find your non-destructive release. When they're winning, the Cubs are a great release for me. The problem is that when they're losing (now), they're gasoline on the fire for my particular case of the blues. I also like to play music (write songs/record/shows/etc.), this is another great release for me. I wrote a song last night (3/4 of it I guess...need to finish it today). Of course, since I was feeling a bit down, guess what the song was about? You guessed it. Feeling down. It seems to just kind of add to the sadness. As most of you reading this know, I've been known to enjoy my share of drinks from time to time. Now I know that all of you mongoloids are already jumping up to cast your stones..."Webby! You S.O.B.! Drinking is NOT a NON-destructive release moron!" Well, that may be true. For you.
Drinking is a touchy subject with me (I'm well aware that that statement sounds a bit strange). I mean, if you tell someone that you like to go to bars, and when you're not out on the town, you'll tend to enjoy a couple of cold ones at the house (whether you're with others, or by your lonesome), the judging process will immediately begin. People love to judge. Along with reality TV, Judd Apatow movies, and sushi, judging is smack dab in the middle of the "team photo" of things that the average Joe loves to do on a daily basis. I guess it's human nature, but believe me. Drinking does NOT have to be a destructive activity.
Don't drink to forget, or to blackout, or to get laid. Don't drink with a vengeance, or to gain the courage to fight that guy, or kiss that girl. Don't drink to be seen, or to be the center of attention, and don't drink if you don't want to drink. These are ALL destructive methods. These people are usually drinking Bud Light's or Vodka Red Bull's (make that ANYTHING with Red Bull) and have gel in their hair and a "club shirt" on. These people pick a fight with you when you accidentally bump into them while in a crowded setting. These people smother girls, and don't tip bar tenders. We ALL know who these people are. Don't be these people. Let them fight who they need to fight outside of the bar, and then walk home by themselves to their virtual girlfriends.
Remember the scene in the movie "Death Proof" where Kurt Russell (Stuntman Mike) says: "You know a bar offers all kinds of things other than alcohol. Like women, nacho grande platters, the fellowships of fascinating individuals like Warren here...alcohol is just a lubricant for all of the individual encounters that a bar offers." This couldn't be more true. You can't achieve this feeling at a club (what you'll achieve is a ton of the individuals in the paragraph above), but at a bar, where you can sit down in the company of friends or even complete strangers and have a drink (and a nacho grande platter), my friends, there are very few better things in this life of ours. Just be sure to drink in the form of celebration. Drink to dance. Drink to sing. Drink arm in arm, hand in hand. Sit at the bar next to the oldest and crustiest guy that you can find, order a beer and a shot, and just listen. Just hunker down and listen. Within five minutes, that guy will start telling you some of the most amazing stories that you've ever heard, and he'll probably buy you a drink too. You'll learn more from that old man at the bar than you EVER did in school.
Never drink to forget, drink to remember...and just let them blues fade away. I'm on MY way right now.
Hit me up on facebook, www.myspace.com/theskyfall, or in the comments section of this blog. Right now I'm listening to "Avoiding Catatonic Surrender" by Tim Barry. Kind of sums up how I feel right now. Drinks of Choice: PBR, shot of Rye.
Make it a weekend to REMEMBER.
Webby
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