Concerned Friends

Stan, a concerned friend of mine, says to me on the phone, "You sound good. Are you okay?" (his concern precipitated by my recent plunge off the face of the world as we know it) I say, enigmatically, "I have the ability to fool people."

Since this is more than Stan can handle, he tells me he has to go to see a movie with his wife. I recommend Descent, which got strong reviews in both The Times and the Post--an unusual double hit.

If Stan hadn't jumped off (a phrase that makes me giggle), I would have told him I was listening to the Beach Boys this morning. That would have cheered him up, until I told him which song:

I keep looking for a place to fit
Where I can speak my mind
Ive been trying hard to find the people
That I wont leave behind

They say I got brains
But they aint doing me no good
I wish they could

Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin for myself
But what goes wrong

Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)

I guess I just wasnt made for these times

Every time I get the inspiration
To go change things around
No one wants to help me look for places
Where new things might be found

Where can I turn when my fair weather friends cop out
Whats it all about

Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin for myself
But what goes wrong

Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)

I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times

(Brian Wilson)

Actually, I feel great. I just have the ability to fool people.