11-9-18
Frustration comes in a many forms. Frustration with one’s status, frustration with a relationship, or even general frustration with the current state of affairs. No matter the form its weight is still often a heavy one to bear.
Through this force we are given the opportunity to push back or succumb to the pressure. Either way it will still be there. This undoubtedly is often a chance at growth and even learning how to overcome one’s own weaknesses. It’s interesting how something like frustration can look, and feel like such an awful thing, yet can still bring positive change.
Without a doubt this a state of the mind, frustration, used for good? Without a positive disposition the strangle frustration can place us under can quickly pull us deeper and deeper into those cavernous pits of isolation. It’s much easier to avoid confrontation and frustration when we’ve retreated. In doing this however, we are robbing ourselves of so much.
When I listen to this song, I’m reminded of a time where, frustrated with a particular series of relationships, I began feeling like the entire concept of intimate pursuit was as fruitful as watching paint peel. Even now as I look back it’s easy to let the memories of those events push my emotional monkey-brain into a frustrated state, yet now it’s frustration with how I responded, and not just how I acted. The perception of blame has been heavily shifted, away from who I thought was causing those frustrations, and back to who was, and ultimately always is… myself.
Lyrics:
And i’ll drive and close my eyes in michigan
And i feel nothing, not brave
It’s a hard day for breathing again
The heat is chasing off all of your friends
And their scattered bodies part to the shore again
And i feel nothing, not sane
It’s a hard day for dreaming againI’m not going back to the assholes that made me
And the perfect display of random acts of hopelessness
I wish i could stay here
But i think we’re all ready, i think we’re all readyAnd i feel nothing, not safe
It’s a hard day for dreaming again
Now that you’ve seen almost all of america
All you can say is, “where is all the water?”
The war has been over for years since you gave upLast night, where the road had started
And last night, when my hands were choking you
Last night, when the room and your mood was dipping
And last night when the ropes were pulling you in… You said,
“hey, how could you love me this way?”
You said, “hey, i think we’re all ready…”
I think we’re all ready