A low and a high and a high low?
Mixin' it up in Emotionland
Even though it’s the bane of office employees everywhere, I think I understand why the weekly “share one low and one high” exercise is such a popular icebreaker.
Annoying as it is to be forced to share about your life minutiae (or hear about the minutiae of others) when you’re not feeling it, there’s still something inherently buoying about remembering that life is a mix of good stuff and crap for everyone forever always.
Ya know? It’s never always just a one-way ticket to Downtown. You’ll have some Up Adventures along the way as well. And that’s hopeful.
Anyway, I haven’t written in a while. But here’s an un Up thing that delighted me recently: a man teaching his grandma how to play Dungeons and Dragons.
And here’s a song that’s a down-vibe for me, feelings-wise. But hey, maybe it’ll be an Up for you! Cuz music is cathartic, right?
Thanks for sticking around here!
Annie
PS: I call this song “increasing insularity and logistical isolation across worldwide relational life dynamics in a millennial reality.” (JK, it’s called Spaces and Lines.)
LYRICS:
Name your space and draw your lines
everything will turn out fine
And I’ll go on
No one said that love is free
But if it’s so costly loving me
Then I’ll go on
So send me all the pictures of your sunsets
As I am going down here in the west
Guard your defenses hold your lines
I didn’t want to fight this time
So I’ll go on
You think I’m always in the fray
But you’re swinging at the walls you made
So I’ll go on
You don’t have to tell me I’m a battle waged
I ain’t lickin’ wounds to prove a point
Now don’t tell me the door is open
For any plea that doesn’t suit
I’ll find home in other houses
That let me in and still want to
You never really did, so now why would you?
Keep your space and keep your lines
Keep what’s yours, I’ll keep what’s mine
I guess we don’t owe each other anything
Least of all what burdens bring
Go on, name your space and draw your lines
Everything will turn out fine
As I go down in the west
Guard your defenses draw your lines
Everything will turn out fine
As I go down in the west
Fuck your space and fuck your lines
Fuck your version of fine
As I go down in the west
Name your space and draw your lines
Everything will turn out fine