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|"Just take a moment to have a fit once in a while. I do it nightly and like it, but that's my style." In the realm of lyrics I love by bands I loathe, that's probably number one. I'm not a 311 fan but that line has stuck with me for years.|
It's not so much the words as the thoughts behind them. What irks me about many a hardcore band is the blind, simplistic optimism. The world isn't a perfect place, and we shouldn't be expected to treat it as such. There are some mountains you won't be able to climb without taking a break and working things out.
At least, that's how I justify the way I've been feeling lately. Last night in particular. I was a mess when I posted that angry string of frustrated words. Several of which I meant at the moment, but wouldn't mean now. But that's what those little freak-outs are all about.
Putting them on the page, into the air--wherever you're aiming your machine gun of a mouth--so they don't fester and rot in your head where they will inevitably cause yourself more damage than letting them out there in a controlled, responsible manner ever could.
That being said? 311 is an absurdly mediocre band.
And I'm less than thirty minutes away from turning 25. Sup, quarterlife crisis? I'm nowhere near where I thought I would be at 25, but I'd be lying if I said I was completely miserable.
Heart-broken? Fucking shattered. Miserable? Fuck that noise. I'm good to go. Now, cue that one Jimmy Eat World at starting at 25 or whatever...
|Tags: musings, quarterlife, 311, jimmy eat world, 25