A disturbing mental picture

I was wildly dancing around the apartment to the above song when a few things occurred to me.


1) For as much as I talk about being a big kid, I’m way too much of an adult.

Doing something stupid like that made me think of how rarely I do stupid things anymore. I’m growing up, but I can fight it.

I want to start doing things that made me dream of being an adult when I was 8. Like jumping on my bed and wandering around in seedy neighborhoods at night. And hell, I already eat enough candy to make anyone sick.

It seems like I’d lose a part of myself if I wised up too much and started being totally responsible.


2) This is my new favorite song.

The stupid contradictory video notwithstanding. But the early nineties punk sound (as in pre-whiney-emo-punk) that Bowling for Soup gets has me looking for more of their stuff. They remind me of a time when punk rock was actually still had something in common with rock and not emo-bullshit.

Also, the comedy of the song has real truth to it, depressing as that is. Well said, in addition being groin grabbingly accurate.

In some ways they remind me of Sum 41 and in others they remind me of early green day. And in still others they remind me of new green day. And fuck you, I like new green day.


3) Dancing naked is more dangerous than previously anticipated.

Things bounce around and, well, there is a slappage factor. All I could do was try not to jump so much and pray the cat didn’t do what she was clearly thinking about doing.

Maybe next time I’ll wear boxers