Music, Similarities, And Old Books

    I think music can tell a lot about the kind of person we are.  I mean, look at me.  I like the Beatles.  The tortured soul-rebels of the sixties, who had inferiority complexes like nothing else, who no one understood but everyone loved.  I think, with the exception of “but everyone loved,” that fits me rather well.  I still find that quote of John’s . . .
    Okay, that’s really odd.  Jason said to me last time I was up there, “just gather up everyone who knows me, and then you’ll know everything about me.”  Or something like that.  And don’t you know, I’ve said the exact same thing about John.  That no one person could know him completely, but if you gathered up everyone he ever knew, you’d know who he was.  And there’s this one quote of John’s that I can’t help remembering.  “My defenses were so great.  The cocky rock and roll hero who knew all the answers was actually a terrified guy who didn’t know how to cry.  Simple.”
    Jason’s defenses are so great.  The cryptic, stand-alone guy who frustrates the Hell out of me is actually a terrified guy who doesn’t know how to cry.  Simple as well.
    Ha.  Simple.  If only.    Maybe I should try Melanie’s method.  Go up and kick him.  Lol.  Nah.  Then he’d just grab my foot, and I’d stand there, exemplifying how good my flexibility is.  Then he’d say something about how he has the flexibility of a dried stick.  Then, he’d drop my foot, and one or the other of us would wander over to the window.  No, I’d wander to the window.  He’d wander over and collapse on his bed.
    I guess I should look for the upside on this.  It’s gonna make one Hell of a novel when I ever get around to writing it!!  J 
   ::Sigh::  That’s the only bright side I can come up with?  Come on.  There’s gotta be something else.    But if there is, I don’t know it.    “I’m all I need.”  God, that’s BS.  Why doesn’t he see that?  Everyone needs someone else!  You can’t stand alone your entire life, because if you do, all you wind up with is loneliness.
    No one is naturally mean.  They always have a reason.  Everyone has things that made them the way they are.  That was a statement from a book I’ve read called Corey’s Fire.  I should find that book.  I’d love to read it again.