I'm not sure if this belongs in this thread, because at the moment I'm in some weird place between depression and elation.
What happened was that earlier today, I was listening to the Beatles' 1962-1966 compilation aka The Red Album, and John Lennon's "Nowhere Man" affected me in a way it never had before. I've always liked the song, but now I love it!
With all due respect to Lennon's memory, and to everyone else, living and dead, involved in the recording of that song, it's always going to sound a little bit different to me from this day on.
That is to say:
I'm a real nowhere girl
Sitting in my nowhere world
Making all my nowhere plans
For nobody Because, yes, there are people all over the world for whom the Nowhere Man reminds them of someone else, or in my case, of themselves!
So on the one hand, I'm happy that I've finally admitted this to myself!
On the other hand, where do I go from here??
Previous Thread
to all, and thanks for supporting others!
