My Adventures: Both Real & Imagined

"I hate to break it to you babe But I'm not drowning There's no one here to save Who cares if you disagree You are not me Who made you king of anything So you dare tell me who to be Who died and made you king of anything" - King of Anything Lyrics Late one night I was sitting up with my friend and in the giddiness of night signed me up for an on-line dating service. I spent 15 minutes trying to think of the right tag line. I don't think this world is for me. I took my profile off the next day, mainly due to embarrassment. It was hard to admit that I needed to explore on-line dating to find a date. As I was talking this over with my friends and family, my brother remarked that you needed to be able to just put yourself out here and not care what anyone else thought of you. Two years ago this would have been a completely foreign concept. Now, this is something that I work on everyday. Am I completely comfortable with who I am? Isn't that the first ...

I have long since forgotten when music became an essential part of me. It reaches down and touches my soul (or me for that matter). When I am driving and the windows are down and the music is as loud as my speakers will permit, I feel the fingers of love, heartbreak, passion or rock creep down and move something in me. As I think about it, I was raised on rock and roll, country and classical music. My appreciation has grown over the years to include jazz, metal, emo and just about every other form of music. What determines whether I like the music is not so much what genre that song falls into, as much as whether it gets through my outer skin, sinking into the cracks of my armor and permeating my soul. I believe that the music I listen to is the soundtrack of my life. The mood I am often leads me to turn up a particular song, or skip another. At one point I thought I was uncomfortable with silence, but I found I was just more comfortable with music. Music to me is a modern form of ...