I like to think I am not crazy. Still every now and then I find myself having conversations with people who are not there. I am not talking about dead people. Everyone knows it’s perfectly natural to talk to dead people…lol! A friend of mine still has mental conversations with his ex girlfriend who he hasn’t seen in 7 years. What makes the situation hilarious is that she hates his guts. While another friend carries around the ghost of his very dead ex girlfriend. He hasn’t been happy since then because she is alive and kicking in his mind. This really got me to wondering just why we carry people around with us and what the implications are
I once asked a trusted friend how one can get rid of those ghosts or voices. It is especially hard if you didn’t get to resolve a situation in a satisfactory way. Being a proactive kind of girl I thought that it would entail some form of action. Perhaps tracking that person down and saying what needed to be said or sending a snotty email…lol! He looked at me and simply said, “Auriol, being resolved about something is never about what you do but rather about how you think.” Finally the light bulb went off. I don’t have to serve an eviction notice to those voices; I just have to relocate them to a smaller apartment in my head…
I always thought I was a very balanced normal individual but then I took a very close look at my friends. The one thing I noticed is that they are all rather extreme. Why, I wondered, did I choose to be surrounded by such lunatics? Then I wondered just why my songs are always a bit darker. Love suck and life is kak seems to be the message I was spreading. Then it hit me – I have these mad friends because I am just as extreme. I just hide it a bit better. In fact these friends (just by being themselves) have saved me from doing some pretty stupid things…
More than anything I desire balance. I search for it through my music and by observing my band of lunatics I get to decide just what that balance would feel like. It is so easy to point and blame, to be bitter, jaded and lie to yourself. It really takes no amount of skill – but learning to be measured in your thinking and actions is another story altogether…