Zen & the Art of Constant Disappointment


American Girl

Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

Well she was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn’t help thinkin’ that there
Was a little more to life
Somewhere else
After all it was a great big world
With lots of places to run to
Yeah, and if she had to die
Tryin’ she had one little promise
She was gonna keep

Oh yeah, all right
Take it easy baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl

Well, it was kind of cold that night
She stood alone on her balcony
Yeah, she could the cars roll by
Out on 441
Like waves crashin’ in the beach
And for one desperate moment there
He crept back in her memory
God it’s so painful
Something that’s so close
And still so far out of reach

Oh yeah, all right
Take it easy baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl

2016 has been a constant bevy of emotions, issues, and the ever-present threat of mind-boggling disappointment.  Lows left untempered by a distinct lack of highs…and really an overall feeling of unrest and looming misfortune.  Now, that’s not to say that there have been no highs whatsoever (I mean, I met this boy…lol), but the rapid-fire ridiculousness that’s plagued the first half of my year has been staggering.  I feel as though I’m barely able to catch my breath these days before something once again has me dangling above a pit filled with figurative vipers.

Had plans?  Not anymore!

Comfortable where you live?  Too bad, sucka!

Think you know someone?  Haha…NOPE!

I keep trying to spin this positively…and so far my head hasn’t exploded so that’s a definite win.  But I will admit to struggling this time.  The answer seems to be just out of my reach…too far too touch.  1337 reasons between us.



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