Rock

This is a list of rock music genres consisting of subgenres of popular music that have roots in 1940s’ and 1950s’ rock and roll, and which developed into a distinct identity as rock music in the 1960s, particularly in the United Kingdom and the United States.

Our thoughts compressed

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Today is that day that we used to get so excited about, throw parties. skip work.. and here I am, on a Saturday, with a bad full, alone – because I am lame. I really can’t stand a lot of people, that’s why I meet someone that I could never get tired of being around, its a pretty big deal.. but then I usually have sex with them and make it weird somehow – and now I have no friends, because no one can handle dating me – and I don’t want to be around most people – at all. What a realization.

I think I am so hard on myself about that because, what if we never had dated, what if we had been just friends – then could we still hang out? Even though those are moments that I would never want to take back, if it meant that I could have someone like her in my life, I would. She knows that I had no idea at the time and I certainly didn’t know who. I had no idea there was anyone else at all; male, female or otherwise. And I know that there wasn’t at the time, which matters to me, but when we fast forward to the future that I could not have even imagined back then – here I am, reminding myself the same thing that I have been told for years.

Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather

When my aunt found out I was gay, I was really young and she was heart broken. She said = I am not sad that you will never had children, because there are ways. I am sad that you will live a very difficult life and you have already had to deal with enough. At the time, I thought I was tough as nails. I had perfected some coping mechanisms that I would later be told were incredibly unhealthy – but it got me though. That took decades to undo, but I can cry plenty again.

My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever

When I met the lady that I try my best not to think about, I had done a pretty good job of distancing and disassociating. It had been about 5 years since I had felt anything real. After something really tragic happens, its nice once you can finally not feel anything. I guess that’s why people do hard drugs.. or anything for that matter but smoking does not make me forget things anymore. It lets me relax so that my mind wanders, right back to where it should not be, contemplating things that will probably never matter and no one understands. Why would I want to try to make sense out of something that will never have an answer? Mary Jane. That’s why. Funny right? But yes – it had been a few years. I had met women, I had been caught up in the attention, but it was nothing that I could not forget in a month of less. When I say it was the minute I saw her, I am not joking.. why would I – I am pretty much talking to myself here. I really didn’t know what to expect, the pictures she sent me were cute but I was not prepared for the feeling that I was about to have. I pretty much always have the same feeling but I am usually prepared for it now so when I walk into a wall of magic, I know what it is going to feel like.. unless – of course, I am being told to park closer, so I grudgingly comply only to glance up and find myself in the middle of a wall of magic and panic. We all know that I didn’t handle that well. I should have stayed in my original parking place and then we would have been walking up from the side as they went to their car and I would have seen first… though, when she smiles at me, my heart flutters.. I just wish I wasn’t such a damn nerd that acts like she has never seen a pretty lady before.

I was really embarrassed that day because I was with my ex and then I panicked and acted like a dumb ass..

Since I am playing Placebo here, I am going to throw in some Sleeping With Ghost and link back to the day that I bought the record and walked next door to get a sandwich.. I panicked that day too and over tipped him. My friend is as socially awkward as I am and saw so she over tipped him too. I later shared who he was and he brought us stuffed jalapenos that were too hot for us to eat but is was a sweet gesture because he is a sweet guy and even if he had poisoned him, sometimes I feel like I probably deserve it – but then it never stops me and they is what perplexes me. I am not that kind of person.

The craziest thing about that day is that I had drunk texted her the night before. I got really embarrassed by her reply. I ended up hanging out with Maddison for the first time that night. She laid it on thick and of course. Not much later she explained that it was nothing to be embarrassed about, she just didn’t remember what I was talking about.. but anyway it was just a big ball of fun – that is why I should not drink and text. I get all sad for no reason at all.


Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behavior

Wish You Were Here

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Something, things are just too real to write about – so I just haven’t. Friday was my mother’s father’s birthday and she had plenty to say. Something has made me start recording my phone calls – mainly to protect myself – and by doing so, I captured a very heart-felt conversation from my mother that made me cry. I don’t know what to think about her leaving me as a baby but I can say that I feel like I am over it. She had horrible things to say about her parents, but then again, they did abandon her and her children. I am sure she has a lot of regrets about life but I didn’t really know what to say.

Then I have been fighting with Maddison constantly. I have been in a fit of rage all weekend. Just typing that makes me thing – yeah.. you should probably take your medicine and calm down… but I just won’t. When I feel like this, I feel like my medicine is a punishment and or an admittance to weakness or an issue. I know that no one likes me when I am mad.. so I keep to myself and it just gets worse.

Something about listening to my recorded concerts makes me feel better. Don’t get me wrong, I feel like a tool when I am one of hundreds recording a concert – but I do put my phone away and ask friends to record once in a while – but it is hard to trust them to do a good job.. but unlike those other tools… I do a lot with my recordings. They help my practice my video editing, which I vowed to improve upon stumbling upon that one YouTube video so long ago.. and I have. I don’t use Final Cut but I think Filmora gets the job done. I would learn premier because I know it is a standard but I never have a computer that powerful so I settle..

I panic so much when too much of my money is out and being borrowed. I have been a mess and very vocal about it with maddison. She hates me right now and I could care less. For some reason I don’t even want to talk about anything directly – mainly because I don’t want to think about it. I hope that she moves soon.

She has spent hundreds on piercings and tattoos and still asks me for money. I try to say no but there is always some long drawn out sob story and she knows just how to get to me.

Today, I put my concert playlist on shuffle, and this song came up and since it couldn’t be more true… I used it. I went to the next video and it was a good one too.

I can’t grow a mustache and I ain’t got no season pass

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There was a time in my life that I was embarrassed by how much I loved Bowling for Soup, but now I embrace my nerdiness. I think it helps that I may be the least socially awkward at work, which never happens – but I can’t keep up with these people that have dedicated their life to being nerds – at least I have tried to resist.

The I catch myself going and doing some shit like this:

Here I was working on my video editing. I couldn’t help but think about the night at Showdown that I know I bucked up when some guy was flirting with her in front of me. We have a very unusual relationship and as the years passed, I realized why we never went in public – but I could care less at this point.. I wonder if Candace noticed, I can only imagine it lead to the comment about that we should date. Anyway – back to my story, as she flooded my mind, I decided to send her a message with only a heart. I didn’t think that she would see it until tomorrow, but she saw it pretty quickly. That’s really all the attention that I needed to warm my heart – and I have no idea what she even thinks – but I am just happy that she notices me.

Last night, I was reminded that if I had a theme song, it would probably be this:

Even heroes have to right to bleed

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The other night, I had a dream about her again. I didn’t write about it at the time because it may have been the following night after I had the dream about driving around with Matt and I just wanted to calm the fuck down. I try not to wander into the wrong places in life so often.

In my dream about her, she was doing something – presenting to a group. I can not even place it. We were all sitting in a circle on stools of some sort. She may have been painting. She may have been cooking. At the time I was aware of what we were watching. I sat like a stranger in the group. At the time, I knew that it had to be that way.

Mid – whatever we were learning, she smiled at me and I know that my life froze in the best way possible. I don’t remember much else from the dream. There were about 5 other people in the group besides us. They were all to my right.

Last that day I got in a conversation with a trans-man friend of mine. I suppose he is more than just a friend, he is my ex girlfriend from about 2004, so we go way back. He was expressing his struggles with finding decent people to date. He has usually found himself in very small towns, growing up in Southern Oklahoma – he has dealt with a lot.

The more he spoke, the more I realized I can empathize a lot. Lately, I have grown complacent to being misgendered, almost to the point that I am I unphased when my name is spelled wrong – I decide that is my fault and move on.

One reason that I think that I am so passionate about our friendship is that I truly believe she is one of the only people in my life that truly accepts me and when you have lived your entire life on the outside looking in, it is really nice to finally meet someone that accepts you and doesn’t just tolerate you. Up until this point in life, I was thrilled with people tolerating me and trying to understand – it was a lot better than the alternate.

You know that I’m no good

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Yesterday, I read this information online about Hyperthymesia and then I went to take a shower. In the shower, I didn’t even realize that I was thinking about it, but it occurred to me that when she said the thing about painting herself into a corner, it may have been about this one thing I read that left me perplexed and second guessing myself worse than ever – but somehow I found some way to get over it emotionally because I don’t think about it much at all. In the information about people that exhibit signs of hyperthymesia are often people that spend a lot of time replaying events in their head. The reason that I can repeat things like they happened yesterday is because, for me, they did happen yesterday and the day before that and the day before that – all so quickly in my mind I don’t even realize that I am thinking about it but I can practically tell you what that post said and I know that it was in December 2013 – probably on the 17th but that could be a guess. I always feel weird on that day so if its not that day, i seem to think it is. It had been months since we had talked. I’d say in October before she went to San Francisco, but I am getting old, I could be wrong. I know it had been months and I can remember the way my heart lit up when I saw her pictures. I replied instantly and do not have the courage to cross-reference my records in Gmail to see what I even said, but it was bad. I am sure it was along the lines of – To the extent that I understand love, I believe that I am completely in love with you – I am sure there is some logical excuse why you diapered and if there is not tell me anything because I will believe whatever you say. Clearly, I am way smoother than that but I am quite sure she saw right through me before I saw anything coming.

Then I read the post. The title is carved in the side of my forgotten memories. At this time I can only remember playmate, but I would have to shamefully say it is only because I was so jealous after I realized or tried to realize what was going on.

We never talked about it. I never wanted to make her feel uncomfortable and I just decided to leave it alone but somehow my subconsciousness wondered over that way as I thought I was relaxed and not thinking in the shower.

I write too many words so I just think I am going to stop now, but this is the song that was that last thing that played as I drove up to work this morning. I have been listening to some 99.9 and it must be some what local but has good music.

The truth is I don’t stand a chance

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Is it strange that I have so many dreams about moving?  My psychiatrist always asks me about how I sleep and my dreams, but I never remember anything important when I am talking to him.  He says that it is really important to pay attention to your dreams and that they have deep meaning.  His name is Dr. Wilson, so I can stop calling him my psychiatrist.  I really have no idea what he is but it’s who I see for my medication now – because I wanted to prove a point to someone.

None of the professionals I have seen seem to think that anything is wrong with me.  They follow the same stance that Teal does, anyone would feel the same way in such situations – but that doesn’t make me feel any better.  My new medicine works really well, until I forget to take it. One missed dose is quite apparent to all around me.

Last night I had a dream that I was moving into a new house.  It was huge and had 4 bedrooms.  This next part will make no sense but often times, my dreams do not.  It seemed to be a house that was built inside a grocery store.  I only noticed the store when I walked in.  It was like we entered the house through glass atuomatic doors and lived in a 1990s Wheasts. I don’t even know how to spell it but it was some what dark and old timey.  We walked to the left and went through an industrial type door and there was our house.  I wasn’t happy, because I didn’t like walking through a grocery store to go into my house.  The 4 bedrooms were interesting and it was 2 stories.  In my bedroom, there was a huge loft and I discussed how the 4 year old could live up there.  No adult in their right mind would have let a 4 year old go up in this open loft little alone live up there, so I can not explain that much  but somehow everyone had separate rooms and my brother lived downstairs in some office.  I was clearly not with my ex but she was there picking out her separate room too.

The next thing I know, I’m walking out side with one of my friends that was helping me move in.  Then a car pulled over and picked up up.  It was Matt C. and some other random guy.  We drove around with them for a while and ended up at a Victorian style house and went inside.   We were hanging out in some sort of garage type room when they started talking about art and showed us some small closet that had the strangest paper cut out art I had seen.  It was set up like a doll house and the art wasn’t that well done but they loved it and we laughed.  I started to ask him some sort of question about if he knew how to do something and it started with, “Do you know..” and he cut me off by saying, “M and kinda laughed.”  I just said no in a super embarrassed way but couldn’t remember what I was going to say at that point.

We moved past that quickly and were just smoking when he asked me what my name was.  I answered but was somewhat confused.  C walked in at some point but nothing noteworthy happened after that – at least not that I recall.  It just sort of fades out about that point, maybe that is what happens when you wake up.  The 4 year old was at my house last night because apparently she was asking to come over but it was probably more of her mom was tired of her but she woke me up about a million times this morning so I can only imagine that could be it.

I had to take my car to get a few hoses replaced today and as I was driving to pick up the parts and drop off my car, I started to think about the dream.  In thinking about the details, I realized that it is not the first time that I have had a dream like this.  The driving in the car part was new but the other part seemed quite familiar.

In the end I was left thinking.. I am glad that she doesn’t have to live with all of those guys anymore – I am sure she is much happier that way.

Sometimes, I can hear a song a thousand times and never care about it, but if i I hear it at the right moment, I’m like.. fuck yeah.. today, it was Beverly Hills by Weezer.  Amara loves Weezer, I never understood it, but this is how I feel today.

And no, I’d never want to live in Beverly Hills but my first favorite movie was “Troop Beverly Hills” for whatever weird reason.  I can not tell you how many times I watched that movie and “Field of Dreams”.  If my grandfather’s Hollywood Video account was available we would see he spent hundreds of dollars renting those 2 movies for me.  “It’s a Wonderful Life” was the next movie I got extremely attached to.

Where I come from isn’t all that great
My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little whack
And my friends are just as screwy as me

I didn’t go to boarding schools
Preppy girls never looked at me
Why should they? I ain’t nobody
Got nothing in my pocket

This song came on next and it always cuts me to the core.  I am a firm believer that everyone in your life is there to teach you something.  I am quite sure that Maddison taught me that I am not as mature as I would like to be.  I have a lot of mental growth to come and I would never want – to project my issues on my favorite person.

I can’t even pinpoint why I am so persistent and I can’t just walk away, forever, just to leave her alone.  I don’t want to be a problem for her. My life is full of defense mechanisms and I can walk out on almost anyone… because I typically do not allow myself to care too much.  I feel like I have basically walked out on my mother, but the fact that she did it first to a 2 year old child helps me get through the guilt I feel in that.  However, I just can’t – and I am glad she always finds a way to let me know that its okay.  Sometimes, just the though of her voice comforts me.  I am still quite stuck on wondering what it was she said she was going to explain to me – but I am sure its for the better.  I am going to go walk this hyper ass dog, and that the worst path possible, because I lack self control and live in a dream land where magic still happens.

How should I feel about the YouTube videos this algorithm is choosing.   I just let it play and think too much.  I am sure its because I listen to these songs way too long but why do I even have emotions?  I am an aspiring robot but must be failing at that venture.

I want a fast car.

All she wants is just that something to hold on to

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Yesterday was one hell of a day. I didn’t even have the energy to write about it. My new primary doctor told me that the medicine that I take that is called buspiron is like xanex but without all the negative side effects. At the time she just moved my mid day dose to at night because I was having issues sleeping after losing my job. I went to her on Jan 9. I scheduled it the day after Maddison’s birthday when she brought that girl over to her house for her birthday. I was scared. This dumb as chick loves to threaten me subtly. She posts pictures on her instagram with a gun on her.

So instead of staying home freaking out, I went to talk to the doctor to get more Xanax.  At that time, she said that before I take a Xanax try taking the Buspiron which can be taken up to 3 times a day but I am prescribed 2 already so that’s not much room for freak out.  The only reason I am saying any of this is that I have been taking 3 for 2 days, but I forgot to take my medicine at all on Tuesday and Wednesday.  I should have noticed on Wednesday when my spacer, that I put in my ear because I am a tool, came out and got stuck in my ear canal while I was at work.  It came out and I didn’t die but it was a rough hour.

Somehow I noticed that I hadn’t been taking my medicine, which is usually when I start crying over little things but fast forward to Friday.  I started taking calls at work which was fine.  It was the “lead” that pissed me the fuck off.  That’s the person in charge of the 8 of us.  She seems to think I am stupid as fuck but my old counter part at work, Kelli, pointed out that she may be intimidated by me.  That lead me to do a little research.  I found her on LinkedIn and laughed at her work experience.  I found out she graduated high school the same year I was born and has been working in I.T. help desks since 2008. which is the last year that I worked I.T.

I was a few calls in, with absolutely no training and she didn’t like the order I was doing things in.  Her approach was awful, offended me and made me realize – she really doesn’t know how to do her job.  She knows how to do my job just fine – but her skills transfer skills are lacking.  I am a bit critical because this is something that I have been doing repeatedly in my former role since 2014, which is longer than she is even been at this job at all – so once again, I am going to need to put my pride and ego aside and remember my place.

I know that my pride and ego get me in a lot of trouble, which is weird for someone that struggles with self esteem so much.  It’s easy to believe my case is different.  I spend hours a week reminding myself to calm the fuck down and remember my place.  Every time my mind drifts off to somewhere, even slightly romantic or intimate – which i do not mean sexual – and I know that it is completely in appropriate, I have to kick my own ass.  It isn’t fun.  Can you believe that YouTube would move to to Goo Goo Dolls from 3 Doors Down like that?

Today, I picked my music by playing the song that I woke to my brother playing on the guitar and singing, which was “If I could be like that.”  The titled seemed like my theme song for the week.  I feel like I am so much more, but I keep getting kicked to the bottom and told to start over again.  In 2008, I lost my first long term job and first serious relationship that I deeply cared about.. we all know what that means.  That’s when I stopped saying those words.  It took forever to convince my self that I could do it again.  I started at CLINK in 2010 and it was about 2012 before I enjoyed my job and felt comfortable again.  It was mid 2013 before I met someone that I truly cared about.

There was a day that I accidentally told her that – That I finally felt like I had my life back. She must have known what was going to happen next, because she didn’t respond as I expected. She paused. We were walking down… her current street towards my current house – nearly 6 years ago. She looked at me, with this very sad look her eyes. I don’t think she said anything next – but I guess she knew what she had to do.. It seems like so long ago, but I know how my heart felt in that very moment.

I must be incredibly distracted today. On March 2nd, I let my ex borrow $900 because she is a con artist and knows just how to manipulate me. She was going to pay me back on the 7th and then the 8th and then yesterday when I got home from work, the minute I got home she asked if I could watch her kid. I said yes, bring the kid and my money over. Somehow that turned into her not talking to me and saying she was going to pay me back at all. Currently, she owes me about $1500 between that and her phone bill and car insurance. She has already got her own car insurance but she has not paid a dime for her phone bill which is more than $100 a month. She took her 4 year old and left for the night. The baby was sad and wanting to hug me. I wish I would have just watched the kid – she says I went psycho but I don’t even know when. Most people would get pissed if someone was refusing to pay them $900.

At the moment, 2 other friends both owe me $300 each… That is over $2000 that people owe me.  I am about to send my brother after those motherfuckers.  Anyway, people at work think that I am stupid.  People that I help think I am stupid.. and I am sad and mad.  The end.

Today, YouTube picked the music – But I guess I listen to these songs a lot.

Yesterday was so bad.. her best friend talked to me all night until I fell asleep – giving me little pieces of information to try to help me stay one step ahead.

It made me sad to know that I grew up to be that person.  I grew up watching my dad be the woman on the floor.. My mom met her, she stayed at her house for a few weeks and I tried to figure out what I was going to do with her.  My mom said – if you stay with this woman, you will live a miserable life.  I should have realized, I was hearing this from an expert.

Watchin’ this story about me

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Weeks ago, Maddison asked me if she could borrow rent money and a little extra until March 7th.  I agreed because she always makes me think that her kids will be without if I do not help her.  The reason that she is low on money is because she helped her new chick with $300 in rent and has sent countless amounts of money on her – so much so that she doesn’t have rent or any other money.  She knows that I have the ability to help, even though I have done my best to keep how much money I have a secret from her, because I know that she will try to find ways to spend it.

This new girl isn’t someone that she is dating, but someone that she sleeps with and spends all of her money on.  I would rather not know that but she makes certain to tell me every detail and gush about her way too often.  She is going to look at houses in Austin – I can only hope that she finds one and moves soon.  Her lease is up in July – but her grandma gives her whatever money she needs.

She came to my window – in the non sweet way, saying my name to wake me up to ask me to go get her money.  Out of laziness, I told her that I would give her my card to go get it but then couldn’t find my wallet.  She grew increasingly mad, even though it has been over an hour since that happened and she still hasn’t left yet.  She yelled at my window to open my door.  I walked to the front door and she started screaming at me outside of our houses.  She was yelling that I was a psycho bitch that needed to get help.  That was because I told her that she only needed to take out $800, which is $25 over her rent.  She asked how she would get through the week. I told her that I would buy her what she needed, but that was all the cash I was comfortable with giving her.  She said, “No, it doesn’t work that way.”  I know for a fact, that she is trying to get money out of me so that she can go buy things for this girl and I am not having it.  If she thinks that I am crazy for trying to protect myself from her than so be it.

Let the record show – she never “made me complete” but I really don’t think anyone needs me to point that out.