Listen, Dylan….
Hi Dylan. It’s you here. Just a really drunk you. And even though I’m drunk, and it’s 3am, and you’re calling in sick and sleeping late today/tomorrow, you really should listen to me. There’s a few things we need to talk about.
First: Stop it. You know. Just stop it.
Second: Go for what you want. Nine times out of ten, you’ll get it. The other time….well, it won’t kill you. Seriously. I know it feels like it, but ignore that. Go for it.
Third: Stop worrying about it. I know that’s your thing, but it’s old now. You need to give it up. Those people, they don’t give a shit. And you shouldn’t either. You’re better than that. And if they aren’t, fuck ‘em. You can do better. You don’t need them.
Fourth: Repeat 1-3 to yourself. Let them sink in.
OK. Go to sleep. Wake up, call in sick, and start all over. You’re done with regrets. Fuck them. You don’t need any more of them. I know what you like to tell yourself, but yes, you have plenty of them. They hurt just as much as anything you’re afraid of now, so you might as well trade them in.
Go to sleep. Stop it. Start again.
2 Comments
i’m sorry that we made you call in sick. but it sounds like it was a much deserved break from the bleak and dreary world out there. whenever life gets you down, remember that you are dance-tastic. *smile*
My sentiments exactly. Good luck.
PS: Nine Stories is awesome.
January 17, 2005 at 8:07 am