Driving the Bus
For the last couple of days I have been struggling to keep my thoughts on point. They want to scatter, to remember, to sing stupid songs ("Hell No" by Ingrid Michaelson, at the moment, for no other reason than it popped up on Youtube when I went there to find a clip of Bela Tarr's The Werckmeister Harmonies, because who can watch the whole thing!? I did it once, and it was like trying to deadlift a postmodernist), or argue with people in my head. The only end to an argument in your own head is that you lose. So I've been losing a lot these last couple of days, and since I lost the arguments, I can't really say that it was unfair. I deserve to lose. This is a sample of my head. And last night, when I finally finished showering, after changing my mind about showering this morning and writing a sunday school lesson, and praying about writing a sunday school lesson because I'm the idiot who did not adequately prepare when I should have, because I forgot, althoug...