I had an opportunity to see Post Modern Jukebox for the first time, also marking the first time I’d been to a concert in some time. It served to immediately remind me of what I enjoy—shows, creativity, and people doing what makes them feel good. Going to the show made me feel good and remembering what it felt like to be backstage and in the presence of performers made me feel spectacular. It was at that point that I realized I am a vampire.
I’ve come to that realization a few times now, each time allowing ‘the awakening’ to fall back asleep. I am a vampire. I feed on the pleasure of others. I enjoy watching people perform and play and live life. I enjoy to do these things on my own as well, but I equally (perhaps even more) enjoy when others do it and I can taste the joy in their eyes and feel from a far the richness of their hearts.
Well, that was decidedly creepy. It wasn’t altogether untrue. There are parts of me that do feel vampiric. As a writer I drink the stories I see other people living in life and spit them back upon the page. I draw my inspiration and strength and life from these stories, so I suppose it makes me a bit vampiric.
Perhaps we all are.
Some Thoughts:
- Giants win again! 8-3 means they have a shot to overtake the Cowboys… Lets roll, gentlemen.
- Speaking of rolling… Tide. Just the Tide. Nobody else needs to appear in the Final 4.