Well, this is a new entry folks circa 2003
Things have been pretty still for a while now. I've been recording I've been revising lyrics to fit my intellectaul growth and attitude changes, it's a refining process. Job hunting is work in and of itselt but it's worth the effort if you take the time to find one you can keep. I've got to say that foresight is the way to go people, too often I find that were react to what happens after we've laid the foundation for that circumstance. Globally we are doing that now. We created an atmosphere of escalation and assumed that no one would follow our model, and low and behold here were are. You have to change the standard ideal that you are working frmo to make things change. It applies to life on an individual level and on a large scale level. We have to change our standards totally. Competition has been the rule of thumb for the world for a while now and it's reaped some results, but it seems they are more negative than positive. Lets take the positives and apply them to a new model based on cooperation, instead of suceeding by keeping people down it's time to bring everybody up. The only person who steals when they have all they need and want is a person who has a disorder of some sort, but if people are in need of things, the stealing will never stop, they are in need. Desperation is the scourge that is destroying mankind. There's more than enough to go around, and we're at a point where distributing the fruits of our progress is only hindered by the profit margins people want to make. If were weren't always in a race to have the most of this or the other, or paranoid someone was out to get us, it would take zero effort to get everyone taken care of, but our current way of life is perpetuated by the use of our insecurities and fears as a device to keep the atmosphere of abuse and exploitation up and running. It's time mankind grew up. This is childish

Hey there everybody,

You know, lately I've stopped writing lyrics
altogether and taken to journaling and coming up with
melodic structures. It seems more natural, the things
I want to say they just don't have words for.

If I could I'd write about how hard it is to
communicate how it bothers me when I am talking about
faith and matters of that sort with my friends who are
Muslim, or Buddhist, and find myself feeling
inadequate in my self-expression, because in my heart
when I hear Allah, it means God as I conceptualize
God, and when I hear Buddha, in my mind I see that as
another aspect of God. Is so much as i've learned
small and general aspects of these faiths, in them
I've found fundamental wisdoms that are relative to
the western protestant christian religious background
I've had. It hurts me when there are things that are
being discussed that are universal, but because of the
terms aren't common, there is always the feeling that
there is not mutual understanding and the unity in
feelings is not shared. I don't think I've found
anything that has bothered me so severely in recent
times.

A while ago I remember defending Karl Marx (ears ago
actually) because in our sociology classes we were
taught that the intrensic flaw with his thinking was
that he thought the fundamental nature of mankind was
goodness and based his theories on that notion. The
ultimate idea of communism was a Utopia. The whole
idea of creating that kind of reality gets shunned as
immature, naive, childish, and for me, I can
understand why people would come to think that way,
but to keep up that goal and to aspire towards it
shouldn't neccesarily be a negative thing. I don't
expect there to be heaven on Earth by humanities own
doing, but the lack of that condition is no excuse to
accept what reigns in it place currently. I am also
not a proponent of violence or conflict in general, so
do come away from this thinking I'm some closet
communist. I'm just a guy with a big heart.

So, I haven't been writing because the feelings I have
about life all center on the presence of love in my
life, not romantic love, but the chance to make my
neices and nephews smile, and give them opportunities
to learn and experience things they otherwise would
have to forgo, to let them know there's more that they
are capable of than their parents or friends have in
mind to encourage them towards. I think at it's core
life is about potential for growth, and creating
opportunities for more growth, at no one's expense.
That's where I'm at. That's who I feel, I feel like
everyone who's ever lost someone should understand the
sentiment behind james taylor's Fire and Rain, and
feel that emotion everytime they are made aware of the
loss of life, no matter what the person who passes on
looks like, says, or has done, because that person is
more than our impressions, and to assume less for sake
of convienance is to strip them of their humanity to
some degree, and also to deny ours.

I try and smile and wave each time I see a child, they
may look confused when they see you at first, but
usually they smile back. IF they don't, maybe it's
because you're out of practice because you've
conformed to this way of life, which teaches us to
embrace it, and not the beauty of being alive. Spread
love if you have it in you. If you can't find it,
then I think it's time to re-evaluate things. It's
bigger than the cat and mouse of relationships and the
melodrama that comes with that, and it's not lying in
wait of the Perfect soulmate we're expecting, but
pretending not to be looking for. It's here, and
always will be before our eyes waiting for us to just
embrace the opportunity to let go of all the things
burdoning us via this way of living we've perpetuated
that has ultimately taken on a life of its own. I
think you can only let a bad idea govern you for so
long. It can't be about what you can get out of the
next person or take advantage of. We only manipulate
one another because we've been taught that to share is
good manners but not good business. Who needs
business when you can have kindness in it's place?

Hey people,

Here's a diatribe truncated for you just to get
everyone up to speed:

I am currently realizing how much I am not totally
honest with friends and loved ones to spare them from
my philosophical ways. I often dumb down responses
cause I figure people think I like the sound of my own
voice or they just say I think to much. It's made me
self conscious and that's a shame because a lot of
things make sense with me and help shape the core of
who I am nowadays, and I let them go by the wayside
when I talk to people.

I aspire to be a good listener and a better friend but
I've recently noticed I'm afraid to ask people
questions that would foster good conversation, I'm
ready and willing to talk about anything so long as
people understand that I'm going to have their best
interest at heart and not be outwardly judgemental.
To bypass all the trust stuff I've taken to just
feeling the tone a person has an assuming all is not
well and thus I play the "what subject is light and
airy enough to not get emotional" game. It makes for
trite phone calls and ultimately I'm not being the
best soul I can be.

I've taken to trying to be a little more proactive
lately in order to be a more effect person. I have
always wanted to be a wise, loyal, and helpful person,
and life will corrupt you in ways and you'll lose
yourself in moments because it's more convienent to
forgo really looking at consequences and the long term
ramifications of things. I understand all that, but
I've also learned it's a good way to damn yourself to
suffering in the end, or going in circles unable to
think.

I've put a lot of things together, and I'm going to
start some new ventures and turn things that have been
hearsay into realities. The music thing is set to
take off, no games, this is real people. Beyond that,
I am going to start really turning up my level of
community invovlment and am going to stay plugged in
on that level. the people who remember me as a
fledgling social activist, well, I'm going to take
that to the next level too. Everything is coming
together.

When I'm not planning and being as creative as
possible or networking, I've taken to watching
Northern Exposure, I used to watch it because I was a
teen, I dug the landscape, the sexual tension a la'
same and dianne on cheers, and the native american
philosophy that showed up now and then. I am an adult
know and it's interesting to see how each episode is
orchestrated as a morality play and subplots often run
parrallel converging in the end to teach a valuable
lesson, more universal than not most of the time.

The other shows of interest are featured on the
cartoon network, one of which is Cowboy Bebop, part
Blade Runner, part 5th Element, it's outrageous,
action packed, and often highly thought provoking if
you listen to the dialogue and the premaces behind the
bright colors, guns, kung fu and anatomically
incorrect charactures. Beyond that there's Home
Movies, a funny doctor Katz type show revolving around
8 year olds and the immature adults trying the least
to raise them. These shows are on a nightime series
called Adult Swim, running sundays, saturdays, and
thursdays. It's a good vacation from the planess of
neverending grey skies, with brian food stuffed in the
middle. Love and Blessings, more later

Okay now I have some meanderings to share if you'll
hear me out.

last thursday was the last time I emailed, and I had a
heck of a day there after, catching up with the
friends and acquaitances I've made since being here at
UMSL, the quality of the stock pile of souls here is
up to my standards by far. I am just not getting back
online and that is why it's been a while for me
getting in contact with those of you who replied to my
email about the concert. But let me go into a little
anecdote...

THis april I had to make a trip to the Guitar shop and
caught a ride with my buddy Joe Greer, we went by
Delta Strings ( http://www.deltastrings.com ) where I
get my gtars worked on (the specialize in antique
instruments) and after that we went to the kwmu annual
record auction ( http://www.kwmu.org/ ) to support our
local npr station, with no intention of spending
money. Well, I went to just look around and it was a
pleasant suprise, records were two dollars, box set
records were 4 bucks, so I looked around whimsically,
I decided to try and make a sublte impression on the
people there and break a stereotype of two by looking
for Vivaldi's four seasons in the box sets, but I
stumbled across "All things must pass" by george
harrison, and decided to spend some money after all
(which was odd given the only George Harrison songs
I'd heard up to that point in my life were "While My
Guitar Gently Weeps and Got My Mind Set on You (funny,
this was my introduction to him at age 11, and I
didn't even know he was a beatle, till Casey Kasem
said so on the countdown that saturday after
cartoons). Inspired by this find ( I think the reason
I considered it a find because there had been a buzz
about it being remastered and rereleased. ) I decided
to look for some other things, and found Walking Man
by James Taylor, Crosby Stills and Nash s/t & CSN,
CSNY De ja Vu, so far, Face Value by Phil Collins, The
Hurting by Tears for Fears, and the best of Jim Croce,
for me it was awesome finding these records at those
prices. They all are winner too, save a track here
and there that may be scratched. But of the lot I was
most intrigued with All things must pass because
Harrison's story intruiged me, I think "I got my mind
set on you" may have been the first song by a beatle I
ever took too, I was young and impressionable, and
While my guitar is so emotive, and ultimately when I
found out the story of the beatles it was easy to
relate to George as an Underdog and underappreciated
talent, and that strikes a chord with people. All
this in stride, I didn't find out about his passing
till the next morning which left me feeling amiss
about sending out that exuberant email about U2. I
had no clue, but when I got up I saw his picture on
the news and knew something was going down, so, friday
was a different day than post concert thursday. All I
can say is that I listened to that LP as soon as I
came home and was taken aback, it struck me then as
wholistically a wonderful peice of work. I recommend
it because is a testament to the public personage of
george harrison we've seen over the years, it's
sincere, reverent, hopeful, reflective, inspiring, and
humbling, and something to aspire towards if you make
music. I don't know if the cd includes the bonus lp
of jam sessions held during the recording of the
album, and they are great too.

Anyways, enough on that, I just wanted to pass along
that recommendation, hope all is well with everyone,
and I just want to add I've crossed a threshold and
can honestly say I am guitarist and not just a singer
songwriter anymore, I've crossed a hurdle with the
instrument and can really use it to it's fullest as of
late, not just as a rhythm device or songwriting tool,
I've learned how to effectively communicate with it
and express a volume of moods and tones that were
foreign to me before. It really does make me feel
somewhat bored with my older songs, but they've still
got snap.

On that subject, I'm sorry about always saying I will
mail things out and not doing it, it's come down to a
cost vs. quality issue, I've learned mic direct to
four track isn't the sound that I hoped it would be
when doing a full band arrangement, that on top of not
having secured copyrights because I keep amassing
material and only want to pay to make one submission
keeps me from getting the ball rolling, but that will
change soon. I will put the rough stuff online.
You'll finally see what I've cooked up over these last
two years. Maybe then I'll start mailing all the
unsent letters I've written that included promises of
music that are in my box of incomplete things.

Okay I had to do this,

I want everyone to know that On tuesday I found out U2
were finally coming to st. louis, and I was broke, so
I knew I was not going, and then on top of that, the
concert was on wednesday. It wouldn't be the first
show I missed due to economics. So out of the blue a
good buddy of mine (And U2 guru by merit of his
bootleg collection, a marvel to behold) gives me a
ring.

Now, you wouldn't think that I Wil (l) Smith would
know someone else with a famouse common name, but my
buddy Steve Young rung me up (not joking in the least
bit) and invited me to occupy the ticket space
bequeathed but a certain Heather (Gramm?) to attend
the concert. But there I was in disbelief. So we
went, they rocked, I rollicked, and now the bar is so
high the only concerts I can imagine having that level
of interaction and synergy will have to be bands with
stellar talent in intimate settings or, The Who and (I
know it's not likely) a reunion of the Police.

Okay, I got the message that only me and my cousin
Calvin liked AI, but you know, thats characteristic of
what we've been like all our lives, sentamentalists
with fraying heart strings. But now I have something
else to ask of you all.

Who of you partook of the concert for new york city as
air on VH1, it was Awesome, I talked to my musical
mentor* Chuck Rinehart and he was one of the few
buddies I've been able to talk to who realized how
epic it was. All the 30 year vets seemed to
regenerate and shed 20 years from their ages and take
over the world with music again, it was incredible,
and I finally got to take in the who as they were
meant to be heard, Live and Loud. Not everybody likes
everything I like, for example, Tori Amos supposedly
got dropped from Atlantic, but I have discovered a
network that has featured artist I like that most
people don't know about, the oxygen network. If you
have it on your cable system check out their music
show, you'll get a chance to hear some of the best and
most accessible music out that doesn't get much
exposure because it's done by adults, with maturity in
it's content. So that's my jibe for now, love.

Oh and for all you star trick fans who saw the weakest
link let it be known I am not like Wil (Wesley
Crusher) Wheaton, I dropped my L because the double LL
version is current being held hostage by that other
guy. It's a shame because there's a race car driver
that's going by Wil Smith too, so it's going to hit
the fan with me trying to use my name sooner or later.
Until he starts winning winston cups I'll stick with
one L just for the sake of supposed individuality. I
wouldn't want any of the other guys fans coming to my
shows, and this way people can sitll call me "Will",
they apparently like to, I never took to calling
myself that name, it was somebody else's idea from day
one**

Love

* funny how it all works out that I would have never
imagined upon our first meeting that my tastes would
slowly conform towards his upon exposure to things I
had yet to hear that he had known for the length of my
lifetime, but that's how it is

** It started when I was a freshmen in highschool and
the varsity basketball players took to calling me "Big
Will" cause I was 6'4" at the time and growing. That
was in 90'. I'm glad it took and not the fresh prince
crap. Just imagine before then I had to live with Alf
imitations (HEY WILLIE!!) all the time.

So, I've been vegging, putting my mental space in
order and as a result I can offer these things I've
indulged in:

Eye Candy = Surrational Images a book of surrealist
photgraphy

Ear Candy = Talvin Singh's asian ambient trance music

Brain Candy = Memento, an incredible film

that's me and I hope everyone is well.
And I finished Crime and Punishment, and not every
idea in that book is something I would call healthy,
but there is more truth in it relative to myself and
general issues of accountability and frustration. I
think it might even be universal, but there's a lot
that is. Make the most of life. Love to you all.

Wil

Good to hear from everyone.

I am prone to shutting down when things get bad. We
all feel that they got bad a week and a half ago. ON
Tuesday we mourned. On Weds. I got my drums and sat
there thinking, well, I guess I'm supposed to be
happy?

I knew from the jump finding it in ourselves to smile
again would be a challenge. I spent the weekend of
the 8th-9th wondering why my great grandmother's phone
was busy all the time, fearing the worst. I found out
on Monday she was fine. We Talked weds. She is 90
years old, I knew she would have some perspective. We
actually didn't say much, which is not par for the
course.

Anyway, I still haven't really cried about all this
yet, I do constantly waiver at sincere displays of
grief and sorrow. I always have if that makes a
difference, whether it be an ESPN sports century peice
or A. I. I am a very sentimental person at heart.

With all that said, In the week of the 3rd I was
wrestling with my concept of the afterlife, something
I have battled for a long time. Lights out versus
another plane of existence, and the net result is me
trying to conceptualize the logic of God. My ambition
sometimes seems enough to break me. I was pretty
flustered and unwilling to let go. The irony is, this
uncertainty also makes it a little easier for me to
complete my grieving process. I already feel a resent
towards all the things I feel are bad in the world,
and the only thing that is up in the air with all my
philosophical underpinnings is weather when we pass on
do we go to a higher plane i. e. heaven, or do we
simply fade away, a dreamless sleep from which we
never wake, i. e. moksha or nirvana, I forget which?
Either way, if we are to beleive there are better
things than this life, and until it changes into a
blissful world I will always feel there are, then I
can take solace in the fact that though we feel a
loss, those souls are at rest.

This is just where my thoughts are. Not all of us
have had an outlet for our stresses though, and grieve
at our own pace. I have been in a walking daze this
last week, not leaving the house, using the process of
learning the drums as an excuse, and a way to forget a
little bit I what would be considered my own personal
failures. So in a week I am a pretty decent jam
drummer, in a week I am happy to see humanity in the
people that populate this planet, and humbled by the
zeal that arises in these situations. I am happy to
have a chance to take my mortality forward and try and
create happiness with it, and hope that I can keep up
my energy so that I might share it.

Love you all in so much as my friendship is an
unsolicited gift that I offer with no expectation of
anything in return. Someone going so far as do the
same is just another aspiring angel, and the world is
a better place as the number of those individuals
grows. Blessings and Love

Hello all,

I hope things have been going well, it's been odd on
this side of the park. My mind has been going and
going, but not at my demand, more on it's own whim, I
think it's the heat here in st. louis, the stresses of
life,and all that newly exposed flesh working on me,
it's smarts I'll tell you that.

I'm managing though, having emotional breakthroughs,
and breakdown, which seems to be par for course in
this day and age. I'm hoping we can find our paths,
but it takes some real discipline and determination.

I found out a person I'd relly repsected and sspired
towards passed away yesterday, the kicker was that he
passed away last july. I'd looked at the alumni
magazine two weeks earlier and found out a friend of
mine got married and moved (Congrats again Matt), but
that familiar face on the faculty page hadn't
registered.

I looked at the name and that's when I realized Clif,
the guy who could fix anything, put mics backinto
walls that they'd been ripped out of, turntables out
of balance, old cart machines, the works. He
literally built all the radio stations in Kirksville
MO. I didn't even know that, he was just a nice
person who lived up the street, (which if I had known
I would have been more neighborly and dropped by with
a pie or something.) It was the worst conflict cause
when I saw the picture and the name and remembered
Clif I was so happy to see him, then to read that he
had passed, well that took my happiness away, plus we
found out there was a gas leak in the house and had
been for a good long time, only because we forgot to
pay the bill and they turned it off. When they came
to turn it back they checked for leaks and there you
have it. My mortality sunk in, but heavier than
usual. I'm alright, but it strikes a nerve,
especially when you are trying to take stock of your
current direction and find more faults than you are
prepared to address. It's al growing pains.

I've been in "crack head" mode (figuratively only
folks) lately, buying cds like mad, mainly ones that
are out of print and hard to find, or soon to be
unavailable. That's been my key motivation for that,
or that's what I tell myself. I've discovered that in
the mid 90's the best rock to be had was not done by
the guys, it's all about Elastica, Juliana Hatfield,
PJ Harvey, and the Breeders. I've gotten into some
stuff I always wanted to check out and stuff I never
expected to dig, it's been worthwhile. But that's me
and I hope all is well, I'll be out playing again
soon, and I will let you know as soon as I do. God
Bless you all, and keep striving.

The kung fu stick figures baby!
http://ask.netcetera.dk/tmp/fight.swf

go to this site, let it download and hit play, you
will thank me later

Six years ago in the span of a week I discovered a lot
of music that changed my life, or the world for that
matter, and since then, on that, my first college
spring break spent fixed to an MTV screen that was
actually playing video, I have lucked up on talent,
and this was a special Artists to Watch and South by
SOUthwest Weekend on Both MTVs so, dare I say there
was a bit of a renaisance.

In 95 I was exposed to:

Alanis Morrissette You oughta know
Bjork Army of Me
Radiohead Fake Plastic Trees
Blind Melon Galaxy
Jeff Buckley Last Goodbye
U2 Hold Me THrill me Kiss Me Kill Me
Jewel Who will Save your soul
Tragically Hip "I have no clue"
Shudder to think X French Tshirt

Needless to say, in some cases this wasn't the first
time I heard the artists, in others, it was, or the
first time they really captivated me. Not everyone on
that list made to my personal favorites list, but a
whole lot did, ( and a lot of other people's too).

This year I saw a lot of new bands, new bands, and
some old familiar faces. There's some talent out
there, but I have to cut to the chase. There is an
artist out there who has unleashed a single that is
beyond, beyond, anything I've heard in a good long
time. Remember this name SHEA (shay) SEGER. The song
is called the Last Time. ALl I know is the album
title, her label, and that she's from texas, and that
all came from cnn's world beat, who happned to feature
her on saturday. The song is, the song just, genre
defying, dynamic, powerful, driven, motivating,
smooth, sultry. The song is the Sh*t. If it doesn't
break through, then well, I've lost my touch, and I
don't think I have, I still think I have one of the
best ears for successful AND quality music out there.
SHEA SEGER on MCA, The May Street Project.
the have some online stuff about her on
http://www.mtv2.com

Other notables were:

Idlewild- Tragically Hip and REM style from scotland
Creeper Lagoon- hmmm... Pablo honeyesque radiohead
Sunna- Toolish, w/ a twist (lp sounded too NIN for me)
*Travis- standard "Wil digs these guys and their
humor"
*David Garza- Did a sweet in studio on M2

* Recommended for XTC, Buckley, and Beatle fans.

But folks, that Shea Seger song is a walker, you can
start your day to it and get a sense of vigor that
will make you stride determinantly, and you will
remember to do things you've neglected on all other
occasions, you will acheive, its so, it's just that
good.

Moving, it usually makes sense to move when the
necessities of life, as you see them, have ventured to
become out of reach or painful to maintain. This is
usually the case when you have some sort of intimate
connection with people, by blood or by bond. Being
able to let go is the only way to set yourself free,
but freedom isn't really that great a thing if it
leads you no where but to isolation. But that's my
take on life, I'm a bit of doer and Ghandi wannabee,
so I try to pursue generousity and kindness, which
isn't always the most intellegent path.

I have circumstances in my life that are out of my
control that are external to my that affect my level
of energy and happiness and I have had to learn to
accept those, and learn more about that process day to
day as I work to change those circumstances.
Meanwhile the things I can control I have, and the
result has been I'm happier for it. It's sort of
elightening to find myself repeating the same advice
to the same people yearly, nearly seasonally, and for
once not fallin into the same pits I did in our
previous dialogues. I think, and this will show how
conservative I really am, it all comes down to
resposability personal accountability. So lang as
people are try ing to have their cake and eat it too,
they're going to be frustrated and suffering
emotionally, and ultimately physically.

Of course I get in those spots now and then, but not
like I used to, and not based on anything I've done in
my personal life these days. Now it's just the
monetary cause in my personal life, when I get a sense
of things not being as they seem, I just stay true to
my aim. The long and short of what I feel is, I've
learned to be honest and compassionate. You can be
honest and abusive and them people don't listen to
you. You can compassionate to the point where you
might lie to "spare someone's feelings", and in the
end what follows may have been inevitable and they get
hurt more in the end. If you choose to be honest and
compassionate, and these are choices you have to make.
( contrary to my hope of hopes it just doesn't
suddenly happen, but then again I don't think it
should. I think that life is about the choices you
make and your acknowledgement of the consequences that
follow. Your choices determine whether your soul will
be eternally tormented or liberated mirroring your
life. )

To make the "right" decisions is tricky, cause you
wont ever know all the variables, but you will know
something or another, whether you acknowledge it or
ignore it. I guess you have to be willing to always
learn and forward minded.

In a nutshell, I feel old these days, and it's a good
feeling, because I don't feel a need to put myself
through a log of the trials and tribulations of that
past that were often only ends in themselves. I'm the
type of person who would like to be in history books
for being a samaritan, a positive person you know.
Feeling old doesn't mean feeling tired, to me it means
knowing the serenity prayer and living by it. It's
more in line with adhering to the advice you always
recite to yourself after the fact when it all goes
wrong. It's wisdom applied. It's basis to thrive,
and the younger you feel or sense that awareness of
propriety and positive movement, the more productive I
think you can be in moving things along and you know,
making you life more pleasant. So says the tall
person.

It all comes down to what you want, it always puzzles
me that the people I know who claim the least
direction in their lives tend to do the most
determinant things that lock them in one path or
another. Nine times out of ten you know exactly what
you want in life simply based on what you do. If you
didn't want to do it, or want something as a by
product of what you are doing, you wouldn't do it I
think. It all comes back to the old saying I used
earlier, you can't have your cake and eat it too.
Everything after that is an issue of being honest with
yourself, or being comfortable with the status quo
(that we so often complain about).

There was thing saying I heard when I was young, and
it's one of the most useful addages I heard, and it's
universal beyond religious connotations. "God helps
those who help themselves."
If you take it literally and don't pervert it by
taking it out of context or playing with words, it
just means that you are rewarded when you find a way
to rescue yourself from situations where you would be
inclined to look to outside sources for deliverance.

Even if you don't believe, if you followed that
addage, you would be better off. It's an altruism,
and a healthy one at that. What it comes back to is
decisions, choices, foresight, and personal
accountability. Take the time to know your
environment, understand your circumstances, and
contemplate the chances you have. There are only so
many sure things in life, but the fact that there are
any is reason to be thoughtful and take your time.
We usually resort to denial and escapism when we seem
to acknowledge those "done deals" and so begins the
delaying of the inevitable.

Valentines Day
So...

it's here, the chosen day on which so many fret and
fester with equal levels of depravity because they are
alone or fear that if they don't act the will be
alone.

You're not, that's all I can really say about it,
you're not and don't ever think you are.

Don't let a man made construction come between
happiness and you. It's so subtle, the way the
pressure builds and complicates things that seemed to
be simple, but we're human, we get our hopes up, or
lower them in anticipation of dissapointment, and
either way we fail in being ourselves.

I actually live in trepidation on this day cause well,
I try and be nice and all that, but sometimes kindness
can be missinterpretted, blah etc, and then there are
those hyper opinionated moments I have which can be a
little less empathetic than I normally try to be,
let's just say I get a little edgy around most
holidays. I'm not one for ritualistic behavior and
crazy symbolism I guess.

Group think and mob mentalities get undre my skin.
So... in nutshell, diatribes being my forte on days
like these, let me just say:

Be cool, it takes a lifetime to mend a broken heart,
and if you're lucky you realize you get a new one each
time you meet a new person and take the time to
welcome them into you life. It doesn't have to happen
on any certain day, and you can't force it into being,
but it happens, and it's well worth the patience and
faith it requires.

Wil, the wordy one.