Whether it's through painting or screaming your lungs out inside your garage, expressing yourself is important to you, me, and everyone around in this fragile society. It keeps us together in the worst of times and allows us to come apart in the best of times. Expressing yourself is a must for those that are emotionally pent up, confused, frustrated, and/ or feeling hopeless with any issue at any time. It's helped people come to terms with who they are as a person and it's helped them feel as if they're a better person.
If you're a normal guy, be it you're a total handsome guy or one of society's rejects like me, you've been friend zoned. If you're really young, not interested in romance, or just plain oblivious to that dreadful realm known as the friend zone, let me explain.
My taste in music is somewhat pretentious. I listen to genres like indie, alt-rock, pop punk, punk, dream pop, etc. Which drives me to places like Spotify or to my friends to get some recommendations on what to listen to. So it's safe to say that I listen to plenty of underground stuff that not many people would know about. Bands like Joyce Manor, The Wonder Years, Real Friends, etc. So, Remo Drive is one of the many bands that I've stumbled upon—or rather, my friend just kind of posted about it on his Instagram (Thanks, Anthony!). Remo Drive is a relatively new band that was created in 2014, having only a few EP's and only one album, Greatest Hits, which was released last year as of this writing. The band has self-described themselves as emo while also incorporating indie, pop punk, punk, and post-rock.
Sometimes I look at my hands and wonder about how I've grown. And with the new year's come and gone, I've been looking over the last two years and how these hands have been broken by anger, and how the warm blood in them have comforted me when I'm sad. I've felt my nails cut into me when I'm over the edge. I've felt my soft palms run through my head when I'm so close to that nothingness. These hands have held me together when I'm breaking down. These hands have acted as containers for my rage.
Let's be honest, humanity is a social species. We all thrive off each other, comedians tell us jokes, leaders protect us, and friends take care of us. Yet at times, maybe we feel like we don't have friends or maybe our friends are just not around. Maybe we can't find a date or something and that's okay. It's okay to be lonely. And I'm going to tell you how exactly you can be your own best friend.
The gardens in me sometimes burn, and the carbon in the fumes make me choke. The cities in me flood from time to time making my eyes leak. It makes me feel so alone and so self-destructive. It makes me feel so useless.