sometime Wednesday evening
hoping for a piece of
something easy to believe
We live out on the border
of everything and nothing
theres nothing but waking and dreaming
Barely out of Tuesday
there’s no one to receive me
nothing is changing
Maybe you could leave a light on
leave a light on for me” —Counting Crows-“Barely Out of Tuesday” (via rhiannonfm)
I’ve seen every episode millions of times and have never gotten bored. Ahh so good.
I believe one of the most essential things a kid learns growing up is how similar or different they are from their parents. Of course, there are two ways to look at it. Some people see it as a gift, others a curse. To me, it was no secret growing up that I was so much like my mom. I had many physical similarities to my father and many members in his family, but my mother and I had practically the same brain. Countless times I would say something only for her to jump in disbelief and say ” Mitch, I was just about to say that same exact thing! I swear you can read my mind.” Then came the age of 17, the beginning of trying to figure out who the hell I was. With having just been diagnosed Severe Anxiety Disorder, a light had clicked. I had gotten it from my mother. She had always been an extremely nervous person as opposed to my dad who was always calm. It was easy to hold some type of disdain towards her, however small or non-intrusive it was. I would always think to myself that if I had a different mother or took after my father more, I wouldn’t have panic attacks so much. I wouldn’t worry all the time. It took me a couple years of counseling and undying love from the very person I had wish I wasn’t like to make me understand that although I am my mom’s son, I am my own person. Just because I may have what she has doesn’t necessarily mean anything. I am my own person and so I have the power to be whoever I want to be in this world. I love my mom for telling me that whenever things seem to be getting too hard… to take a second, and just breathe. ”Have faith” she said. “It will never let you down.” I had never been so happy to realized how immature I was for trying to place blame like I had. And as I rode to the flower store this morning, a soothing voice popped on my stereo as if my iphone could understand. It was Dallas Green, with a one liner in which this time when I heard it, I just looked up at the blue sky and smiled.
” I guess I take after my mother. “
Said “I died for you one time, but never again.”
the beach and brand new playing through my headphones.
Manager (Asian): ” We need you very soon to drive our car for deliveries…can we train you asap?”
Me: “How do the deliveries work at your store”
Manager: “You drive your car and pay for your own gas! but we pay you 5 an hour to start so you’ll be fine!!”
Me: “uh… uh…”
Manager: “Be here noon next saturday to train…. train 8 hours for next three saturdays… I give you $2.50 an hour for training… Off the books! off the books!
Me: “……………. -____- …………..”
Manager: “Hello! Mitch! Come to us on saturday!