How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ? --Bob Dylan
I have had that tune stuck in my head for the past few days, and…it makes perfect sense. You see…
Recently, I have been drug down into the black and white muck and mire of drabness, despair, and anger.
I have been lost.
I allowed it to happen, and well, that just isn’t me.
And then, after humming and singing Like a Rolling Stone over and over the last few days, I remembered…
I’m Matt-Man, and I was born in 1965, Bitch!!
Why is being born in 1965 significant? Three reasons quickly come to mind…
‘65 was the year when the amusing exchanges between Andy Taylor and Barney Fife went from being affixed upon grayscale celluloid and began to laugh off the TV screen in hues of blue, green, and yellow.
It was the year when the Vietnam War escalated, and the bright, red blood of our young soldiers began to noticeably drip from the lips of Walter Cronkite during the evening news.
1965 was the year when on a stage in Newport, RI., Bob Dylan shed his acoustic skin, strapped on a sunburst Fender and both electrified and pissed off the world.
1965 was the year when life met color, and I dig it.
I had forgotten all about that.
It’s time for me to rediscover the coincidences between the year I was born and re-apply that year of when life met color mentality to my life again.
I need to get back to being edgy, and quit being the de facto peacemaker, when it is merely to keep the peace in spite of what I believe.
I need to once again not only think with a “Fuck It” attitude, I need to start putting it into practice once again.
I am changing the direction that I have been on. I don’t know where it will lead, but it will definitely lead me to a better place.
But, this direction may be bumpy, because if you think I have been brutally honest and acerbic on Bagwine Ruminations in the past, you are in for a rude awakening, ‘cause I am going to go into overdrive.
There will be no more diplomatic nuances. There will be no more shrugs of indifference…
There is no more holding back. There is no more rolling with no direction…I’m comin’ home.
Cheers!!
Working 10-2 today and then off until Saturday morning. I’ll see ya ’round the internets soon.
