To Hell and back.

I'm not bitter, I swear, I'm not bitter; a tad annoyed perhaps. In an odd and dark way I'm actually quite amused, people of the world have finally come together, thrown away their barriers of age and race, religion or sexual preference to personally bud into my life. Alright so maybe it's not that dramatic or in any physical sense pushy but one blessed soul I have the pleasure of seeing on the bus I take to and from work everyday has made it her wrinkled elderly duty to inform me that the reading material I'm perusing through will unarguably send me straight to hell. So I ignore her thinking "Old bat thinks anything not having holy intercourse with a bible is in the direct line of Lucifer's touch." In any case I don't believe in a downer place like hell, and if it is there well I'd probably slap Satan in the face and tell him "Send me back I ain't done yet!"

Sharing a drink they call loneliness.

   I remember listening to all the old music in my Grand Fathers basement office, which doubled as the room me and brothers stayed in while we visited various holidays. I also remember my younger, older brother, the middle child playing his Guitar an singing to Piano Man, such a easy song to relate to. Everyone wishes to be somewhere else, to be more than they are, to make some worth of a life that just seems to happen no matter what stick you try to throw in the gears that make it turn like so much intricate clock work. Having a beer, pouring your problems out on the man behind the bar as he stands their smiling sympathetically cleaning a pint glass and pouring a shot. Bar tending may not be a lucrative carrier path but it's easier than becoming a shrink and I love it.
  
   Now this is going to sound oh so emo just bare with me, I promise you can point me in the direction of a palm to stick my face in later today when I'm awake enough to feel embarrassed about my first ever blog. There's a part in that song I was talking about "Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better than drinkin' alone" 
It makes sense, thinking about it in drinking terms we can simply make sense out of why we as humans punish ourselves to try to at least achieve a mediocre existence and why being stuck in a below average carrier is so heart breaking and soul stomping. We are all lonely in one way or another striving for goals is a way to fill that gap, and coming to the bar for a drink is how we glue it together.