Friday Night BlogFest

by Frost on October 23, 2010

This post brought to you by Boston’s 1976 hit, Peace of Mind.

Now if you’re feelin’ kinda low ’bout the dues you’ve been paying
Future’s coming much too slow
And you wanna run but somehow you just keep on stayin’
Can’t decide on which way to go
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I understand about indecision
But I don’t care if I get behind
People livin’ in competition
All I want is to have my peace of mind.

Now you’re climbin’ to the top of the company ladder
Hope it doesn’t take too long
Can’t you see there’ll come a day when it won’t matter
Come a day when you’ll be gone

I understand about indecision
But I don’t care if I get behind
People livin’ in competition
All I want is to have my peace of mind.

Take a look ahead, take a look ahead, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…

Now everybody’s got advice they just keep on givin’
Doesn’t mean too much to me
Lot’s of people out to make-believe they’re livin’
Can’t decide who they should be.

I understand about indecision
But I don’t care if I get behind
People livin’ in competition
All I want is to have my peace of mind.

Take a look ahead, take a look ahead. Look ahead.

Fun fact: Boston frontman Tom Scholz has two degrees in mechanical engineering from MIT, and worked as a senior product design engineer for several years before becoming a full-time musician.

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It has occurred to me that I am currently breaking two of my stated ironclad rules: Always have a theme, and Drink Heavily All the Time.

How? Well, it’s Friday night and rather than going to a theme party and drinking heavily, I’ve chosen to spend the night in a girl’s apartment, playing guitar and writing blog posts on her scuffed, whirring-and-clunking MacBook.

So why am I not playing beer pong in denim cutoffs and spandex right now? Why did I reject an apartment full of tight-and-bright clad revelers to write in a blog I haven’t even tried to find readers for yet?

One reason: I slept four hours last night, and tomorrow promises to be a shitshow of a day that I may never recover from, unless I get a solid night’s sleep now. Beyond that though, I’ve been passing up on big drunken Friday nights regularly lately.

Why have Friday’s lost their appeal? My theory is that going out on Friday night is part of the lifestyle that is dictated to me by society right now – work 9-5, advance in career, party Friday night and maybe Saturday. Rinse and repeat until death.

I want to reject that lifestyle in every way possible. I want to make a complete separation from the version of myself that could continue down that path. That means finding a way to quit my job and free myself from my employer, but it also means freeing myself from the habits and comfort zone that I’m enslaving myself with.

And that’s why I’m spending the night reclined on a couch, Frito crumbs on my chest, trying to finish this post before the four-year-old battery burns through my boxers and finds skin. My friends all said that I’m just being a big sandy vagina, but I’m convinced they don’t understand. “No really, I can’t drink tonight because… I’d rather be a rock star than a cubicle serf! And that means partying on Tuesdays instead of Fridays! Don’t you see?”

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