Wow

I really seem to have hit a nerve with that last song I posted.  I was going to play it at an open mike night last night, but decided that it would be too hard to play.  Instead, I played two songs I wrote in the Summer of 2015 about another really bad deal I found myself having to negotiate my way through, and those two songs were hard enough to perform in and of themselves.

The post from 8/30/2016, "Maybe that won't work anymore," talks about people who were really, really misguided in their efforts to help me.  I guess they thought they were playing to my level.  I got news folks, my level is not too different from everyone else's level, and maybe because of my mental illness, people may really want to think twice or three times about playing to a level that may be "normal" for "normal" people, if there is such a thing.

I thought that song was pretty funny, and I thought that the person it was directed towards would find it cute and funny as well.  Boy, that just shows how viable an art form songwriting can be, because I managed to get at something I didn't realize I was getting at.  If I never meet this person in real life, it'd be okay.  If this person has any sense at all, they'll see that song as the writing on the wall and just "ve te la chinga."  I would never do anything to hurt this person or do damage to the path they are on in life, and they'll just have to trust me on that, because I ain't about to sign any documents to that effect.