Post by Sleepless Monday on Apr 14, 2007 10:52:27 GMT 10
I was listening to two different songs and listened to the lyrics real closely. And I came up with this one-shot fic. A lot of the lyrics are in there except they’re in story form. Tell me what you think.
As I stared out the window I couldn’t help but wonder, who fast time goes by and how ironic life is. My life was so confusing and odd and harsh and fast. I remember I’d sit on the couch and tell trouble to leave me alone, it had made my life crazy and to just leave me in my misery. Sometimes when I was driving out to pick Maggie in whatever motel she had stranded herself in and I was on those long, empty, and seemingly endless highways I’d close my eyes to see if something would happen and I’d wake up in another life or in front of some guy dressed in white and he’d tell me that I was dead. No, such luck. I’d pray for a remedy that would turn my life around and giving a really good reason to keep going and trying in life. What’s the point of working hard and achieving something, if no one cares, if no one’s there at the end of the day to tell you that you were great, and that they’re happy for you.
Sometimes I thought that I could be my own remedy but I always ended up being my worst enemy. Its like listening to a song that makes you feel good and then listening to one that makes you wanna give up. I’ve listened to both. I’ve been through both. Trouble seemed to come up behind me and follow me like my shadow. Couldn’t trouble see that it had already made me a wreck? Why wouldn’t it leave me alone?
I’d come home after a long and crappy day, after I couldn’t save someone that I knew I could’ve saved, I’d been ignored the whole day, I‘d be soaked from the rain, just to find that I had forgotten pay the electricity bill so no lights and no heat. Then my landlord would come up to tell me that I didn’t have enough money in the bank so my check was returned. So I ‘d sit on my couch all by myself in the dark and try to make sense of my life and put all the jagged pieces together. I’d think that I would never find happiness. Stupid, huh?
Then my life turned around and was completely ironic. A week after having a crappy day, I’d have an awesome day. I’d saved a life that people thought was beyond repair, I’d share a really good joke and have a great laugh with a friend on the roof of the hospital, then I’d be just on time to catch the El. I’d get home and hear that my mom was doing great and she was calling me to say hi and to tell me that she’d gotten another dog. I’d smile and think, hey maybe things aren’t so bad.
But that was a long time ago. I mean I still have bad days and good days. But now I think that happiness is overrated. Happiness is made up out of good things put together. If you remember all the goods things that happened instead of all the bad then most days can be good days.
Now I have somebody that remembers to pay the bills. That walks in soaked with me and has a really crappy day with too. Then we'd compare days and he'll say, "wow your day really sucked more than mine." Then we'll laugh. And now I always have someone waiting for me at home. Its impossible not to smile when I see him, even if I had a bad day.
“Hey. Are you okay?” Luka asks me pulling me out the vast land that is my brain.
“Yeah. I was just thinking…about stuff.”
“What stuff?”
“That, I’m really happy that were together and that this-” I point to Joe. “ has happened.”
“ Me too.” he says and smiles. I can't help but follow and grin also.
I think I found my remedy.