You’d kill yourself for recognition, kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror, you’re turning into something you are not.
Drying up in conversaton, you will be the one you cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They’re the ones who’ll hate you when you think you’ve got the world all sussed out
They’re the ones who’ll spit at you. you will be the one screaming out.
-Radiohead, High and Dry, 1995
There are times when you think you're on top of the world, but then reality settles back in and you realize your falters, your missteps, and your misdirections. Simple words drop you back down to earth and everything hits you all at once. Them's the breaks, I guess.
I feel like a bit of a doofus but I guess I sometimes let me sarcasm and jokingness go without really thinking whether it's really appropriate for the given situation. A couple times in the past two weeks, it's come back to haunt me, and it's dwindlin down on me. I never really mean what I say sometimes, and although there is some truth to everything anyone ever says, I, myself, can't say that I am innocent of these social crimes.
Respect is something I give out in as plentiful bundles as possible, but there are very few people out there that I hold to the highest of regard, so when one of them comes out and tells me something, it hits a bit harder to home. Anyway, things are okay now; a mishap that hopefully will be corrected in the future.
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