Coldplay

....is one of those bands that you love and you hate all at the same time. Inside, you're feeling somehow that you could only describe as kwlerjwaofiwujfowei oiao, and those bastards put it to words. Don't illustrate my feelings through the art of song! No one else feels that way! Ah, but they do ... damn you, Coldplay.

I was talking to a friend today about "cutting the crap" in your life, in your work and in all of your daily interactions. I would love to erase my sense of drama, which can vary in extremity at times, and replace it with a completely practical outlook. But seeing as that is practically impossible, I will simply try and monitor my reactions to the experiences that come my way, one by one by one.

Something else I've been dying to mention which relates to my new life theme of strength....
The other day I got home in a particularly shitty mood. Eyes misty, weighed down with bags and papers, I barely noticed the kids in front of me, blowing soap bubbles all over the bushes and the ground. I went inside, collected myself, took a shower and relaxed, realizing that I was making things out to be worse than they really were.

A few hours later, I went to take out the garbage, and the sunset revealed a glimmer on the concrete below me. Lying there, between the oil slicks and dry pine needles, was a small bubble, still intact.

Now, let's be honest. I'm far too tired to talk about what it meant to me and what it all means. All I know is that I got a quick lesson in survival tactics.