out of sync

quiet met with chatter
enthusiasm met with noncommittal
rant met with disinterest
interest met with boredom

welcome to my day; where the responses and reactions of the world around me are just a step or two out of sync with my own.

planned spontanaeity

Once upon a time there was this girl who would spontaneously hit the road and travel to other cities, sometimes hours away, in search of a good live show. I have this overwhelming urge to be that girl again. But is a road trip still spontaneous if you plan it a week in advance? (Also my current sad lack of car makes this unlikely... although a bus road trip would be interesting.)

Amos Lee lyrics that somehow seemed appropriate to the "general malaise" of the other day...
All my Friends

All my friends
They all live in pain
Longing for the warmth of childhood to bring them home again
All my friends
They got broken hearts
And if the world's a stage we're searching for our parts

We'll face the winds that break the strongest of trees
Beckon for the sweet soft summer breeze

All my friends
They got broken wings
Never will you hear them asking why the caged bird sings
All my friends
They know how to live
Oh, so much sorrow and so much love to give
We'll face the winds that break the strongest of trees
Beckon for the sweet soft summer breeze

Now we all know that the storm is coming
Every body wants to know which way to go
I see the crowds a running
The wind's gonna blow

All my friends are dear to me
Oh when the storm comes they're as close as family
All my friends are the ones I choose
Oh, if I hear them knockin'
You know I can't refuse

We'll face the winds that break the strongest of trees
Beckon for the sweet soft summer breeze

All my friends