“Do you ever get the feeling that you’re not where you’re supposed to be?” I asked my friend. We were driving home from the county fair. I love the fair. Everyone walks around, funnel cakes in hand, gazing at the farm animals contentedly. There’s something satisfying in the simplicity of it all.
But the thing about simplicity is that it makes you think about things that are quite the contrary, quite muddled, quite complicated.
“What, you think we’re lost?” my friend said, looking left and right at the road signs.
“No,” I said. Then I looked around myself. “Wait, are we?”
“I don’t think so. I’ve done everything the GPS told me to. Says we should be home in about 8 minutes.”
“Oh, well that’s good. But it’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?”
“I meant like cosmically. Like in the grand scheme of life, do you ever feel like you aren’t in the right place? Lost sort of?”
Sometimes I think a thought over a thousand and one times. I overthink it so thoroughly that it becomes gnashed, crushed into a cranial apple sauce that once resembled a concrete notion. Thoughts hate entering my head. I torture them.
Part of the problem is that I live by myself, and I haven’t really figured out how to do that yet. There’s just a lot of silence when you live by yourself. Too much silence. I like quiet time as much as the next guy, but I don’t like coming home at 5:30 p.m. to not say a single word until I see my co-workers the next morning.
Something I used to do a lot of was post song covers to my blog. Well, I used to blog a lot in general, but I’m sure you noticed that hasn’t been happening.
I’m trying to change that, though. Posting on here in one form or another was always a lot of fun for me, and as I’ve now been cast into the oblivion of adulthood, I need more fun in my life.
So here we go. I’ve got another song cover for you today, and it’s one that I really like. Weezer is one of those bands that I grew up with, so I really enjoy playing their stuff. This is one that I’m sort of amazed I haven’t bothered learning until now because the title contains the nick name everyone calls me. Kind of. All my friends call me Bev (an abbreviation of my last name, Bevevino), so naturally people call me Beverly sometimes. Thus, the song “Beverly Hills” by Weezer is a natural choice for my next Kwote Tune.