This morning, I’m thinking back to the time that an ex of mine, the one who brought me to Rhode Island and whom I dated for almost three years, played me the Guster song “Two Points for Honesty” and told me it was about me.
If that’s all you will be, you’ll be a waste of timeGuster, “Two Points for Honesty”
You’ve dreamed a thousand dreams, none seem to stick in your mind;
Two points for honesty, it must make you sad to know that
Nobody cares at all.
This is one of those songs that you can listen to and it can kick your butt into gear if you’re in the right mindset. I think it’s a bit of a different story when you use it to tell your boyfriend he’s a worthless sack of shit because at 27 he hadn’t realized what he wanted to do with his life yet.
And you know, this was when I was trying to just get by in a new city that (at first) I hated, where I knew no one, where I first started working freelance and got my first paying jobs doing web design. (I wasn’t good, but I was doing it, I was trying to start doing something.)
But then, nothing I did or could do would’ve ever been enough for her. And that’s okay! Not everyone is meant to be together.
I don’t care if you’re 20 or 60. It’s never too late to find out who you want to be or what you want to do, and even when you do, it could all change a year later. You’re not a waste of time, and don’t let anyone tell you that you are.
And anyway, we’re all just little ants crawling on the tiniest of rocks in space, pretending like this all means something cosmically, so really, don’t take it all too seriously…
…but, seriously, fuck you Felicia.