A Series of Complaints. Volume 1. Part 13.

≽^- ˕ -^≼Complaint number one. Going to a show and having some drunk couple behind you. Like splashing beers and talking trash. And it's like, oh man. They're clearly here just to get drunk and then they're gonna leave like halfway through the show. And there, they're just talking trash behind me. 

An example is like I need to go see Billy Strings. Trying super hard. (My anxiety is like off the chain.) There were so many people at the Billy Strings concert. Get my seat.  I'm trying to sit still too and absorb all of Billy Strings concert. People stand up, it's OK. I want to sit there so I can concentrate, listen to Billy Strings, and hear all the sounds. To absorb the light show. To absorb the ambience of the whole situation. And there's just this drunk couple behind me, and she's just drinking all these beers, splashing beers. And I'm like, if she splashes her beer onto my hat. I'm going to have to go get it cleaned and it sucks. You can't just splash beer onto a cowboy hat. So, they're back there and I can hear them saying why isn't he standing up and dancing? What's wrong with him? He's just sitting there and looking. Why is he perfectly still? As they just splash beer and get increasingly drunk until they say, "let's get out of here". I wouldn't complain if this wasn't a series of complaints. You fight through all of your anxiety, your depression lifts, and you're gonna go see the Cure. You get some seats, you're trying to sit still and watch the show, and there's just this couple behind you that's getting drunker as they just don't understand why you're just sitting there looking. I wish they could understand, I'm not just sitting there, I'm remembering this forever.

≽^- ˕ -^≼Complaint number two. Resetting my eternal clock shouldn't be so difficult. My timing is off. As a little kid, bad timing. I just need to somehow get my timing right. Catching a ball. Nope. Jump rope. Nope. There should be some easy way that you could reset your timing. I understand some people say metronomes. So dude I like, slept with the metronome. For four years. Then we got married. No, I'm just kidding. It was by my bed. But it never seemed to help. I saw something where metronomes will synchronize with each other as long as they're not on a table. If they're on something that's attached to the ceiling or it's kind of anchored from the ceiling. It can synchronize. But if there's legs like on a table, no. So, I was thinking maybe I could use this idea and sleep in a hammock next to a grandfather clock. I think I'm going to do it. I don't know how long it'll take or where I'm going to get a grandfather clock.

≽^- ˕ -^≼Complaint number three. Depression sucks. It's lame. It makes you feel sad. It's hard to do anything. Uh, it puts a drag on all things. I hate it. I hate discipline, too. So, when I get super sad, I'm just like, man, forget it. It's discipline time. I mean, if I'm gonna be depressed, I might as well be depressed not eating chips. Then I can be like, man, uh, then I can be depressed not eating cookies and ice cream. That I throw in drinking water. It's aggravating to keep up with drinking the recommended amount of water every day. It's so aggravating for me to put myself on a schedule of good habits and healthy habits. It kind of piss me off. But I'm already sad. So, let's go. And since I'm already super sad anyway, I might as well load the sadness with a vegetable. Sunshine walks. Depression sucks.