Some nights you find yourself standing alone in a tee shirt in the middle of a giant luxury hotel room listening to amazing, soul-wrenching music, yet feeling small and alone.
You got yourself here. You got yourself into the life of perks and business miles. You worked your ass off, being smarter than your job calls for, going above and beyond. But you look in the mirror and see this tiny person with so much dark, messy hair, and you still feel like a little kid.
I'm not sure when that ends. Do you need someone to validate your adulthood when you're a seven-course cocktail tasting menu in, or do you ever feel like you are a grown up? After a four hour conversation with one of your good college friends about life and travel and human depravity and prostitution and cannibalism and reproduction and the direction of your own lives, do you go back to your king-sized bed with surplus pillows and feel more connected, or more isolated?
I have no answers. I'm asking these questions to myself, listening to songs for people who might drink too much on repeat. Anyone want to talk?
