Solace

Arguments have always been a particularly mentally draining facet of conversation that I've always tried to avoid, and that people everywhere usually try to avoid, so it's not something unique to me at all. It's also a very jarring and battering experience for one, especially when the arguments hold a lot of emotion. The list of things that can inspire that kind of emotion ranges from person to person. At the end of this though, when the parties don't walk away reconciled, which is usually the case, its even more of an intellectual strain.

It was one of those days today, emotionally charged, emotionally draining, and yet I'm sitting here at 2 A.M. writing about it, which I'm sure isn't too much of a help. It's good though to write these kind of things down, when you feel like you get pushed to a certain point. The goal for all this seemingly random babbling though is that to recover from all this, you need some kind of solace. It was really cool that I actually just happened to stumble upon a quote that has to do exactly with this, that said

My heart, which is so full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary.

-- Martin Luther

I know I've talked more then enough about how important music is to me, but in this case music really isn't providing that release that I want. It's just making me more contemplative, brooding, mulling over in my head the conversations that went on today. Something people always teach you is that you should never regret or second guess what you've done, (something I know I've done plenty of lately) because regret is something that you can't necessarily take away. Once it's there, it's there. And for that reason, you're supposed to just, as The All American Rejects put it, Move Along, even when everything is wrong.

I wish though that I had some other form of release. It's come to my conclusion that what I'm writing here serves as a sort of release, something I don't mind, but there are those days when you just want to vent, when you want to go into the specifics, even though I'm more then aware of how wrong it is to go into specifics. I won't do that here either, to save my ownself.

So battered, beating, exhausted, all the other words that I can use to garner some semblance of faux-sympathy, we Move Along. Because when all is said and done, it's just another rough day, nothing more, nothing less. If only I had a little more solace to make it a little easier. I'll find it someday I'm sure. Unlike the rejects, I'm happy to say that the line "even when your hope is gone" doesn't apply to me. Another day, another sunrise, another bowl of rice krispies. Yeah, that's something a rocker like me should look forward to... those beautiful rice krispies.