Spoken word piece on a napkin
At 5:43 on Friday evening, I was a drink and a half in and for the first time in a week, nothing hurt. Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. Didn’t Vonnegut write that? I left my glass half full. I’d rather be sad than pretend that I’m not.
This week, someone told me that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. And I could not disagree more with that statement. Sometimes, you just have to let yourself be sad.
I’d never want to Eternal Sunshine somebody. I’d never want to be Jim Carrey sitting in my car screaming “I’m erasing you… and I’m happy!”
I let myself be sad this week. I let that shit wash over me. I sat with a half full glass and wrote a really beautiful and sad spoken word piece on a napkin. And then I performed it in front of a sold out crowd.
I finally understand the cliche that people who spend time on stages use about staring into a crowd and hoping to see a specific face, hoping to lock onto a specific set of eyes. I get it now. But no eyes sparkled in the crowd that I looked into.
7 people approached me afterward to say some nice things. And now this blog has 7 new followers.
I guess I came here tonight to say that you should let yourself be sad, if that’s what your heart wants.
And also that sometimes, it’s good to do the things that scare you.
I promise I’ll try to invite you all to the next one.