Random Sunday Afternoon Blogging

I’ve just returned from having lunch with my oldest girlfriend, Cecil (not her real name), who has been someone who can make me laugh until I snort since we were 11 years old. A lovely afternoon musing about life and such.

In the car on the way to the restaurant, I was listening to James’ greatest hits, and one of my favorite James songs is Sit Down. There’s been some discussion over the past few days about just what this blog is, and it’s still a baby, really—I’m not sure what it will grow up to be—but as I sang along (yes, I’m one of those nuts who sings along in the car, all by herself, even at stoplights, and doesn’t particularly care if I look like an asylum escapee), I realized that some of the lyrics from Sit Down sum up what kind of place I want this blog to be.

Now I’m relieved to hear
That you’ve been to some far out places
It’s hard to carry on
When you feel all alone…

Those who feel the breath of sadness
Sit down next to me
Those who find they’re touched by madness
Sit down next to me
Those who find themselves ridiculous
Sit down next to me
Love, in fear, in hate, in tears…

Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy

We’re all a bit mad, in our own ways, and we’re all in this together. Pull up a chair.

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