Bed Peace

I’ve spent most of today in bed, considering issues that have haunting the back of my mind for quite some time now.  I’m not quite open enough or trusting enough to discuss most of these in this post, but most of these are problems that I’ve been trying not to think about for a while, but they’re starting to catch up with me, now.  For the most part, it’s been utterly depressing, and my social situation is a little political and cold at the moment, so I’ve not been too eager to talk to any friends (and certainly not family) about it.  What has kept me going though, is the music of John Lennon, which I have been downloading all day.  It’s a testament to the strength of his songwriting and how people can find emotional support in music.  At points, his songs have cheered me up.  At other points, they have been sympathetic to my feelings and condition.  It’s helped like nothing else could, right now.

To make this post a little less personal (as I’m really uncomfortable discussing my weaknesses), my day has shown me some of the ethical advantages of illegal downloading.  I’m sure that if I didn’t have well-written music to rely on, I’d probably be going through a terrible depression right now.   I can’t really purchase too much music at the moment, but having John Lennon on (a slow-flowing) tap has been wonderful.  Since I respect John Lennon so much, I’m sure I’ll purchase these albums when I have a bit more money, even though I doubt his cremated corpse will get much of a benefit from the profit.  It justifies the whole process for me, but I guess most people are arseholes, and just want some free throwaway choons if they’re downloading anything, so I suppose it makes sense that this type of thing is looked down upon.  I mean, when the average joe’s feeling blue, they just need a bit of wife-beating or child molesting to get them through.

Keep hanging on, people.