I’m feeling a little blue. I didn’t even know I was, until some comments I’d written helped me understand. They weren’t mean or aggressive comments, or anything like that. They were just a reflection of what I was thinking. I try to think deeply about things, with stress on ‘try’. A general sense of melancholy only gets noticed when there’s an outburst of some sort, or maybe that’s just how it works for me. I do not usually exchange comments with people I don’t know in the manner I did, which I found unusual later on.
I guess it all started when I started uploading my songs on YouTube and posting links here. I’ll be the first to admit that they need a lot of work. The recording quality is bad, the composition is all over the place, the volumes of the various tracks only further intensify the general cacophony, and the less said about my voice the better!
I’m feeling a little blue. I usually noodle around on my guitar when I feel like this, and it helps… but not this time. I’m feeling blue because of that damn thing! I tend to reflect a lot on myself, especially when I’m in one of my moods. I guess it helps me grow. So…
I’m feeling a little blue. I thought I’d be increasing the quality of my content and have fun doing it. It took quite a bit of work, even though the songs are very rough around the edges. They aren’t like writing. Writing is much easier. I wouldn’t care so much if my writing wasn’t read as much, since I don’t work hard on it. I don’t look for validation in my writing, most of the time. (If it was a web novel, an article, or a proper book, it would be different.) My songs are a whole other matter. Fueled by manic madness and dedication, it fell flat (my damn voice!) My plans backfired on me. From 50 hits a post, it fell to ~20. I don’t understand the drastic reduction. Do people hate my songs so much that it put them off everything I posted?
I’m feeling a little blue. I know I shouldn’t be, but the only person who has subscribed to my YouTube channel lately is someone wearing a strange hat and holding a gigantic machete. I know that I shouldn’t judge a person based on his profile picture, but this is just scary.
I’m feeling a little blue. I’m not sure if the reason I’m losing readers might be because of something else. Did I do something to upset everyone? I sometimes write and comment without thinking. I am not contradicting the opening para…I find it hard to think at times. My thoughts flow very slow.
I’m feeling a little blue. I used to post a picture I drew of a *ahem* rooster, and feel all better. I used to think that it was a very clever euphemism. I was 28 back then. Go figure… (Wait, I was 31. I counted wrong. Wtf!) Sadly, I’ve lost that picture. And looking back at it now, it would be a bad idea. I am, after all, a gentleman *snort*
I’m feeling a little blue. It might be because of some other stuff that I don’t even know about. Thinking can be dangerous. I miss my sister. She’s far away and not doing too well. The only thing I can do for her is give her some common sense advice…and pray.
I’m feeling a little blue. I miss all my friends. My closest one will be visiting my city in December, but he’s married now and has a kid. Things have changed. I am not sure how our meeting will go. I really want to see his little daughter though. I can’t imagine him being a father.
I’m feeling a little blue. Every day is the same. I don’t want to get out of my shell, but I hate it in here.
I’m feeling blue…oooh oooh oooh
Searching for feelings true
I’ll find them at the zoo
With the lions… and elephants too
Can’t find a lady to woo
Things are so boring boohoo
I want to skip to my lou
But I can’t get farther than the loo
The pigeons go coo coo
Just like that old clock
Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!