Sometimes, You Can Cut It With a Knife

It’s never the good things you can cut with a knife, at least not if one is speaking metaphorically. Instead, it’s the things most people wish they could deal with in smaller pieces – tension, anger, humidity. Sometimes, it’s frustration, sexual or otherwise. Sure, all these things can be good (or at least cathartic) . . . it’s just unusual.

I ran into an old friend not too long ago, and he came to a gathering at mutual friends’ house even more recently. We’ve known each other off and on for a decade, minus time apart when he moved to the other side of the state or to Ohio for a while, and minus time for when I was too busy to really know anyone. There’s always been a sort of energy, a tension between us that defies rational explanation (but then, what’s ever rational about most of the situations that touch me?). Most of the time, you could cut it with a knife; I’m not sure I even like him, really. I mean, he’s okay, but he irritates the hell out of me sometimes, and likely he could say the same about me. When, of course, he isn’t professing undying love. Needless to say, this kind of thing is less than helpful, and what’s a girl to do? Write blogs complaining about it, of course, in a place where he doesn’t know to look for them since he now knows where my myspace page is. Yay.

On a somewhat more interesting (or fun – to me, at least) iTunes is nicely picking songs that fit my mood or the situation about which I was writing or both. Quite sporting of it, really.

Hurry Up and Wait, Stereophonics
We wait to get warm, the car starts from cold,
Stall to make a first move,
Magazines make the rules to make us lose,
For your dream man, the house you could both plan,
The car in the sales ad,
The wet dream with a man you wished that you had

So hurry up and wait
But what's worth waiting for?
So hurry up and wait
But what's worth waiting for?

Nothing’s Changed, Chris Isaak
Let's take a drive through the old town.
Back past the place where we met.
Some things are hard to remember.
Some things you'll never forget.

Today Your Love, Tomorrow the World, Ramones
I'm a shock trooper in a stupor
Yes I am.

Misery, Green Day
And she screams why oh why
I said I don’t know

The Prettiest Thing, Norah Jones
So why does it seem
Like a picture
Hanging up on someone else's wall
Lately I just haven't been myself at all
It's heavy on my mind

Freedom, Tegan and Sara
this is where i wanna be
this is who i wanna be

Pourin’ My Heart Out Again, Golden Earring
And I could spend all
my life
Just sittin’ here paralyzed
And I could
spend all my life
Waitin’ for you to materialize

And there ends the random pertinence. I do hope my two readers enjoyed. Oh, and . . .

Sometimes you could cut it
With a knife
Sometimes you don’t know
If it’s wrong or if it’s right

Another bit of a poem. I like this one less, though.