I'm so lonely

Oh Akon, from your lips to my ears...

You see folks, it's very hard being alone.

To feel like no one else gets you. As if no one else knows how you feel or who you are.

I hate being lonely.

You would think I'd be used to it by now. I mean, it's been a while now. It's certainly not as if it was just last night (or last week) that I've been all alone. But no matter how long it lasts and no matter how deep into my sadness I get, it never gets better. I just fall deeper and deeper into the deep, dark abyss. With no possible bright future awaiting me. No sense of hope to cling to.

I beg of you, dear readers to open your hearts and arms to a lonely, frightened woman who just doesn't get it.

I mean, What the HELL is the big deal about Coldplay?

Am I really the ONLY person in this damn country who wouldn't kneel down and suck the dick of - oops, I mean, worship the ground they walk on?

Am I really the only person who hears their music and just thinks ... "eh, it's okay, I guess"?

Cause if I have to read ONE more article in a magazine or hear one more interview on how wonderful Coldplay is, how soulful they are, how just simply "fabulous" they are, I WILL have to seek professional help. And I really can't afford it - which makes me wonder if I can send the bill directly TO Coldplay. Hmmm, that's something to consider. But I digress.

And I'm not just tossing this out there. I've tried to listen to their CDs. I've given them plenty of opportunities to read MY soul. To find a fan in me, but it's just not there. I just don't get it.

Actually, this really isn't a very good sign folks. I have a pretty diverse taste in music. And because my tastes are so eclectic, I am about as far from a music snob as you get. And don't pretend you don't know who/what a music snob is. In fact, you probably ARE a music snob if you're thinking "What? This chick is out of her damn mind, Coldplay is AWESOME." I mean, everyone knows Coldplay is heroin (or in this case, crack) for music snobs. And that's okay. I mean, to each his own.

And so, I will go forth. On my own. Out into the cruel, cruel Coldplay-lovin' world. Where no one knows my pain. No one feels what I feel. Hears (the crap) what I hear.

But it's okay. I don't mind. You see, I've been there before. I didn't really like Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch either back in the 90s. And if I can survive the isolation I felt during their rise to fame, I can survive this.

Cause I'm a survivor, I'm gonna make it, I will survive, keep on survivin'.