Got this email this morning:

So I went over and over with myself, wondering if I should send you this message. I discussed the other day with T that it feels weird when I talk to you and it doesn’t involve a near endless string of insults and fake hatred. I hope this doesn’t come off as weird as my self conscious inner child says it is.

If there’s anything that has been beat into me from listening to a bunch of songs about relationships and heart break recently, it’s that we’re all trying to figure out our feelings (or most of us at least, maybe some of us have already traded feelings for strippers). I happen to write whatever I’m thinking about at the time in a public forum that other people can read. I hope that friends, or people that want to be friends, or even just the curious, will then ask me about what I said, how I was feeling, relate, etcetera. Unfortunately there’s only a handful of people that do, but it’s worth it. Because touching each other’s lives is important.

It’s important to underscore that the things that I write may not be what I really think, or how I feel. Sometimes there isn’t someone to talk to at 2am. Sometimes the person you should be talking to isn’t interested in talking to you. Sometimes you just need to see something stupid written down so you can think about it. Anyone who holds something I thought in the past against me without talking to me about it now is pretty foolish. I get that this happens naturally, sure, but growth happens, and having to be afraid to speak our minds only hinders that.

I’d be really stoked if any of you wanted to go get a cup of coffee and talk about anything I’ve said here. Call me.

From High Fidelity:

What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?