Waiting for that hammer to fall...

Tonight (re)starts my singing adventure... I miss the stage, I miss the audience, I miss the adrenaline... But I'm ready to rock! Reharsals will be tough, sure, but I'm certainly gonna have so much fun... I love my band (sounds nice sayin' my band): they can really play and are wonderful people. It feels so good to spend time with them. They're a sort of happy place, an island of relax and color just in the middle of my otherwise grey life. I don't think they know how important they are to me... Should I tell 'em?

ROCCHENROLL!

Is it cool to be different?

A friend of mine sings that "It's cool to be different"... Is it? Although I think he might be right, I can't stop wondering: different from what? Different from who? Who is normal and who is different?

Am I?

Am I different? And how?

Sometimes I feel so fucking normal. Sometimes it's just like no one in the entire universe can understand me: so maybe I am different from the rest of the people I know, after all. Not sure it's cool, anyway.

But what if this being normal-yet-different is what makes me who I am, what makes me special?
I should definitely thank that friend: love his song... And yeah, it is cool to be different... special... unique.

I feel I am.

Sooner or later someone will notice it and will appreciate that.