If you handed me a chart of various smiley faces with the corresponding feelings underneath each, I would circle the one that says, “Overwhelmed SAD FACE.”

I was thinking about that today, and then this song immediately popped into my head:

I took a creative writing class in high school, and one of the students wrote a poem about how tired he was of everyone whining and complaining.  Even over ten years later, I still remember the closing line – “I say quit your bitching, life ain’t easy.”

Simple wisdom from a high school student, but true.  Life isn’t easy.  It can be simultaneously wonderful and fucking stressful, which is a good description of my year thus far.  And instead of letting yourself getting weighed down by it all, sometimes you just have to say, “Fuck it” and move on. (I got that from my mom, which is awesome. And you wonder where my potty mouth comes from.  JUST KIDDING MOM LOVE YOU).

In other news -

I am eagerly anticipating the weekend.  I am going to several shows this weekend. I’m pretty excited, because I haven’t been to a show since – wait for it – FOO FIGHTERS, which was nearly six months ago already (how?!)  The one I am going to tonight will be pretty relaxing (more on that in a minute).  The other will be two metal bands, which will be fun, but probably not entirely relaxing.

So yes, I booked tickets to see a show tonight in a popular outdoor venue in my city, which is already known for its hippie-ish vibe (probably any moron could figure out what city I live in based on what I’ve said about it, but I still find myself hesitant to say I LIVE RIGHT HERE Y’ALL!)

I did not realize right away what I was getting myself into by purchasing said tickets.  Then I realized that the opening band is called Lance Herbstrong, and that’s when I was like, “Oh fuck, it’s 4/20.”

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again - I don’t do drugs and have never tried them. I had a best friend in grad school who was really into weed, and my first introduction to 4/20 (which was supposed to be spent writing papers) turned into a sleepless night because everyone else downstairs was hacking a lung out.

I don’t have anything against people who do it. I don’t give a shit if you smoke. I just don’t because it’s illegal and I really like having a job. That being said, stoners are much easier to be around at a show than people drinking, because let’s face it – drunk people are fucking annoying.

But yeah. I booked tickets to see a jam band.  In a hippie city.  With an opening band called “Lance Herbstrong.”  In an outdoor venue. On 4/20.

The secondhand smoke will be palpable.