So, how to follow up a massive post about 7 billion different bands that I’m into? Well, I could have just done up a clone post covering what new shit I’m already listening to in 2017. No, seriously. That’s probably coming way sooner than later. It seems that this year is picking up where the last one ended. And not just in the literal sense that one year leads directly into another. But let’s leave that for now and go a different direction. And maybe I’ll actually write something relatively short and bite sized. What? Stop laughing! It could totally happen!
Think about this : How many times a day do you find yourself engaging in the following conversation at work, on the phone, online, in an opium den, or wherever the Hell else you choose to spend your days?
OTHER PERSON : “Hey, how you doing?”
YOU : “I’m good.” Or some related version of that. Good. All good. Not bad. Decent. Hey, is that blue dragon over there giving me the eye? That last one is probably only relevant for those currently visiting an opium den.
It’s just a pointless little toss out comment. You generally don’t really mean it. Shit, nobody even gives it a second thought, it’s just what you hurl out there because it’s the expected answer to keep the pointless conversation rolling forward. You play your little part of a well oiled machine that cranks out banal nonsense like this on a daily basis, then you return to slaving away for the man, or talking business online, or lazing back on a cushion in a purple room, surrounded by cool people all getting right fucked up. My only experience with opium dens comes from cartoons, so I am probably completely out to fucking lunch on what one might have found in one.
And I’m not any different from the rest of you. I engage in the same pointless bullshit. I respond in the same way. I keep the cogs greased and the business of small talk flowing. That sounded weirdly sexual. It was not intended as such. For once.
The difference these days is that now I actually mean it. I’ve spent years just blindly spewing out the phrase to the point that it had become absolutely meaningless. Even when I was miserable I still said it because it’s just what you do. And then a short while ago, I was out driving on a nice, sunny winter’s day. Volbeat was playing. If you are in my car this summer, prepare for the Volbeat onslaught. Seriously, it’s perfect warm weather driving music. I had a smile on my face. And it occurred to me at that moment that I really am good.
Is everything perfect? Of course not. What I finally figured out is that that doesn’t matter. There are still things that I’m trying to get done, but I’ve reached a point of contentment with where I am now. I’ve finally started figuring 
And while it would be easy to lament the fact that it took me so long to get here, I won’t do that. The important part is that I finally got here. No more time spent smashing myself over mistakes made. Now I take a moment to think about what I would say to someone else who made that error, and I go with that instead. Seriously, we routinely abuse ourselves in situations where we would show empathy to anyone else in the same space. It’s fucked up. No more passing up on things that I want to do. If I’m going solo, so be it. I’m still going. Hence this rapidly becoming the year of Cliff goes to a lot of concerts. And no more becoming frustrated when I can’t make masses of progress overnight. Okay, so it still happens from time to time. Let’s just aim for a lot less and be happy with it. Maybe it’s time to sit back and actually enjoy the whole improvement part of things instead of just racing to the end.
I’m good. And I should end this before it becomes a motivational poster.
Sweet holy mother of fuck. People actually put things like that on walls? Really? Ugh. There’s another one for the quick list. I’m not a person who would EVER hang that image anywhere. I’m just the guy who will subject you all to it here. So we can suffer together.
Because I’m a dick.
And I’m good.
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