Torn to Tattered
I’m going to break away from the Neutral Milk Hotel lyrics for one post because I heard a Carbon Leaf song I liked in high school called “Torn to Tattered” and it resonated with me. The lyrics are in plain text and my comments are emboldened. This post will touch on a few themes that interest me right now: my former friend, former religion, and parenting thoughts. In a classroom somewhere alone I feel more alone than I ever have—when it comes to the social sphere, not my husband Alex or my son Felix. It’s partly because I’m waking up to the fact that the relationships in my head (largely, relationships from my former college or a mental amoeba of my college community) are not as real as they seemed to be. Take former friend Alice, for example. I thought we were still best friends but she was drifting. Yeah, she should have told me and tried to work things out long before she opened up. But I also could have been more sensitive ...