I think it’s called ‘Vincent’. Regardless it’s by Don McLean. You know the song….Starry starry night….paint your palette blue and grey….look out on a summers day….with eyes that know the darkness in my soul…
It’s a beautiful song. Sad but beautiful. It sort of took me by surprise today. I was ‘listening’ to it play in my head and sorta singing along when I realize oh yeah, blog.
I loved that song when I was younger. My brother had the album and I used to listen to it over and over when I babysat for him. It’s a nice memory.
That singer sure turned out to be not so great though. I’m always sad when I find out those things. People who’s art touches you so deeply and they turn out to be not so great. Jackson Browne is another one.
I always wonder why. I mean, we’ve all got demons we fight against. Why do some people turn violent? I guess I’ve had some violent moments myself, but they were because I felt provoked. Maybe that’s how it works for everyone. But I’ve never beaten the crap out of my girlfriend. Or my kids. I did get in a slap fight with an old boyfriend once, but he was about three times my size. I guess that doesn’t excuse it though.
My violence was always usually turned against myself or an inanimate object. I threw a log into a wall once, threw a few phones and screamed at eggs that stuck to the pan. I’ve had moments where I could almost understand how people took their anger out on someone else, but for the most part I stopped. I didn’t beat the kid, or the dog. That one boyfriend is the only person I’ve actually tried to beat up and I don’t apologize for it or feel guilty about it. I’m a little ashamed that I lost my temper that thoroughly, but he was an asshole and did worse to me several times, so whatever. It does offer some insight into how people lose it though.
I haven’t gotten that angry where I feel like I’m going to explode for years. It’s nicer to not feel that way. We all need to remember to surround ourselves with people who are on our side. I’m pretty much done with aggressive assholes who try to tell me what to do or how to think. I don’t mind people who disagree with me. That’s fine. We’re all entitled to our own opinions, but no one is entitled to force their opinions on anyone. That’s just not ok.
Anyway, we’re all tortured souls in some way. And you never know what another person is going through. Just don’t be an asshole.
Writing me crazy 