There is so much that I want to say, but sometimes I don't know how to say it. I saw her again at the show. All I could think of when I saw her was the first couple lines of Rise Against's song "Savior." It is really sad when you read the lines on a person's face, or the scars on their body, and you can tell that they are hiding something deep. Something so deep, that if they were to try and fight their demon in them, it would only defeat them. We are a species that is so good putting up facades. I know if I talked to her still, she would love my band. That is why I was so tempted to give her a flyer or sticker, but I didn't want to say anything because what I saw....
Sure enough, as I start writing this, my shuffle puts on "Savior."
Creepy...
It went from that song, to "Kristy Are You Doing Okay?" all day after seeing her. She isn't the only example that I have of a "Kristy," but she is the closest that I have to an almost flawless example of a character from a Offspring song. Just simple eye contact can bring back memories like opening a floodgate. I try not to forgot these memories, but rather keep them safe, so I don't let time fade them like a old photograph. Those who try to force bad scarring memories out will only slide, and fuck up again.
So perplexing. Then again, I may be looking at it as a purely business decision. She likes it, all pieces will fall into place. A frequented ticket sale, CD and merch purchases. Do the whole personable singer who seems like he is a friend, but is really no more than just a singer in a band who wants you to keep coming to his shows. Not how I would run. I'm too friendly at times, I'm too nice and it sucks.
I mean, there was so much that happened at Warped today, it was nuts. Concerts like that make me think, and sometimes thinking is my downfall. Then again, sometimes when my mind gets thrown into motion interesting things happen. Either way.
I shouldn't be awake anymore. I'm tired. This is all too weird.
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