Survive my Mid Life crisis

I hear youre driving
Someone elses car now…
She said you came and
Took your stuff away -
All the poetry, and the trunk
You kept your life in -
I knew that it would
Come to that someday…
Like a sad hallucination,
When I opened up my eyes,
The train had passed the station,
And you were trapped inside…
Yet I never wonder where you went,
I only wonder why,
I wonder why…
Oh caroline
Oh, whoa-oh caroline
Oh, oh caroline
Whoa whoa whoa, caroline
Well I hear youre using someone elses number;
She said she saw you in the store today.
It doesnt matter whose address
Youre listed under,
I only know theyll never make you stay.
Like a memory in motion,
You were only passing through…
That is all youve ever known of life,
Thats all youll ever do.
Theres a dream I have where I sail away;
Looking back I wave at you,
And I wave goodbye…
Oh caroline
Oh, oh whoa oh, caroline
Oh, oh caroline
Oh
In another life I see you
As an angel flying high,
And the hands of time will free you -
You will cast your chains aside -
And the dawn will come and kiss away
Every tear thats ever fallen
From your eyes…
Behind those eyes,
I wonder
Oh, caroline… oh, oh, oh…
Oh, oh… caroline…
Sometimes I wonder…
Oh… caroline
Sometimes i,
Sometimes I wonder…

I think of those moments often and reflect on what they meant to me...

...converged upon me all at once to push me into my first official Mid-Life Crisis. Will I be able to survive it? Well, it depends upon your definition of survive. I’m pretty certain that my life will look vastly different by the time I come out on the other side.

Of course, it had to come during the busiest, most demanding time of my entire life, when I hardly have time to breathe. I can’t seem to find time for everything I’m supposed to be doing now, and yet I’m considering adding another huge, huge, time-demanding component to my life.

Nope, no simple, stereotypical Mid-Life Crisis for me. We’re not talking about a new shiny red sports car or a tattoo… No, nothing’s ever that simple for me. It’s got to be flashier than that – worthy of a soap opera. Maybe I’ll run for public office, or maybe I’ll be get pregnant by a millionaire in Texas that I’ve never met. Tune in next time…

This is cruel. I want SO BAD to get over this crazy shit so I can move on.
It is as if I have lost control. That is not good for a control freak like me!

it up…perfectly…from the rotting within, the apathy, pain and helplessness…

I was not carried by 2 strong men…I was carried by an angel who shall always be loved and worshipped for what transpired…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kC55qbD8Gr4

It’s not…it was real, difficult and ugly…I don’t know if other men experience what I did…because most men don’t discuss their feelings on many matters in depth…at least from what I’ve noticed…To try and describe what I felt would be impossible to verbalize…I tried to make just a small clip pulled from the movie with Windows Movie Maker…”The Wall” by Pink Floyd…it was short and perfect…YouTube won’t let me upload it…

The next best thing is This video

I had help…I did it…I’m free…