Friday, Friday

Friday, the end of a long week. My truck went into the shop for some fairly expensive repairs, I spent the week wondering if I was going to lose my cat, and it wasn't exactly a party at work. As evidenced by my last couple posts, I have been in a pretty down mood all week.

But...Friday. I got my truck back, and everything appears to be fixed. The cat is still very thin, and isn't eating as well as I would like, but she's still here. My boy is with me until Sunday, and that always makes me feel better. All in all, not a bad end to the week.

I was reminded today that I need to be careful with what I say...I tend to throw out vague statements that mean something pretty specific to me, but could be taken for something I didn't necessarily intend. I try not to make vague personal attacks in public, though...if something is on my mind enough to do that, then it almost by definition has to be important enough for me to approach the person directly. I obviously don't mind sharing (parts) of my life with the 'public', but I try to keep the arguments and attacks 'in-house', so to speak. What may seem like an attack on someone is more than likely just something dumb I thought up and felt like sharing. Today it was about people lying to themselves...something that, as realistic as I am, I've been known to do from time to time. It kind of goes hand-in-hand with the time-wasting post from yesterday. I should neither waste my time, nor lie to myself about what I'm doing or where I'm heading. If I can't be honest with myself, how can I be honest with anyone else?

It got me thinking, though, that there's the argument to be made that if you feel it's about you, even if it isn't, then maybe it in some way was. I think this is why music can have such an effect on us. Obviously, the songwriter wasn't thinking about ME when he wrote the song...they were trying to get a message out, whether about their life or just something they wanted to say. But some songs speak to me, intended or not. I've read stories and such that are much the same...no, they weren't necessarily talking about me, but maybe they could have been. Just like the best movies, books, and songs, life can often hides messages around for us that can speak if we're listening.

To paraphrase something Carly Simon once said, you might think that post/entry/song/poem/story/movie, etc. is about you...and if you do, you might just be right (whether anyone actually intended it to be or not.)