the indie lumberjack.

So I was watching Scrubs while I was eating my lunch today; a delicious microwaveable steak chimichanga from Jose Ole. Anyway, on Scrubs, Zach Braff said something profound, as he often does, at the end of the show. It was something like:

Sometimes you have to do what’s right for your friends even if it means sacrificing your own happiness.

I mean…that makes a lot of sense. And it’s usually true and I’m assuming all decent,hardworking Americans follow this principle to a tee. But what sucks is that it completely applied to my life…and TV should NEVER ever apply to your life. Neither should song lyrics, books, or movies. Entertainment should not make you question your reality.

When I read books (on those rare occasions), I don’t want them to shift my world or cause earth shattering changes in my perception of my life. I want to be entertained by what the author had to say. Now, this makes me hypocritical because I write because I enjoy it, and because I want to change someone’s, anyone’s life through what I have to say. I just want to make a positive impact on someone’s life, rather than negative as I often do.

Music..well I really despise when people apply lyrics to songs, or hell, entire CDs to their life. The musician wasn’t writing that song to you, he/she/they know nothing about you and your situation, you’re not special, your life STILL SUCKS.

Question: Who cares if you lyrically found a way to show your depression.
Answer: NO ONE.

Once again, I opened my mouth too soon. The exact thing I hate with a passion (see rant directly above this sentence), just happened. Oh well. Thanks channel 914 on Cox Digital Cable…bastard TV station…

But anyway, back to what this was originally about. It was supposed to be about sacrifice, but I feel like that topic can wait til tomorrow. Or tonight if I get really zealous about this. Anyway, that’s all for today. Too much to think about today, you know?

Take care America.

Cody