Well, it’s Monday again.  That probably wouldn’t make as good a song title as It’s Raining Again by Supertramp, but I imagine it could be a nicely melancholy ditty.  That’s unlike the weirdly chipper, upbeat impression of that Supertramp tune, which certainly didn’t feel like someone lamenting the rain or a love that was at an end.

Perhaps I didn’t pay enough attention to the deeper meaning of the song.  Honestly, I don’t remember many of the lyrics, and that usually means I never really got into it.  If I get into a song‒assuming I can understand them‒I tend to remember the lyrics indefinitely.

That doesn’t necessarily mean I get a particular song, of course.  I may not really relate to a song, but like it nevertheless.  Sometimes it’s just about the music and the beat.

Of course, my understanding of a song may evolve with time, and it may be different from what the songwriter(s) intended.  This is fair game, as far as I can see, once a song is released for public consumption.  It’s certainly fair for other people to interpret my songs however they wish, for themselves.

For instance there are two Radiohead songs that I interpret differently from the way most people seem to interpret them (based on comments online).  The first is Lift which was one of the OKComputer era songs that was left off that album but released on OK/notOK.  Its tone apparently felt too upbeat for the rest of the album at the time of initial release.

But to me, the feeling the song and lyrics invoke is not of a person being literally rescued from being stuck in a lift, but being rescued from their life (which is close in spelling to “lift”) and escaping into the comparative freedom of death.  “Empty all your pockets, ‘cause it’s time to come home.”  It feels like such a release.

The ending may seem to be slightly against that, but Thom does sing “Today is the first day of the rest of your days” not the rest of your life as the saying usually goes.  I don’t know for sure if Thom intended it as I take it, but given the tone of songs like No Surprises and Exit Music (for a film) I don’t think it’s a huge leap.

I have a similar interpretation of Weird Fishes/Arpeggi which has such lines as “everybody leaves if they get the chance/and this is my chance/I’ll get eaten by the worms and weird fishes/picked over by the worms/and weird fishes” and of course the song’s repeated last line(s), “I…I hit the bottom…hit the bottom and escape…escape.”

I sometimes feel that Thom has (or maybe had) a similar feeling that life was…well, perhaps not torture but just terribly stressful and loud and full of unpleasant sensations and expectations and that it often becomes too much and one just wants to stop, to escape, to “come home”‒just to cease.

As I understand it, that’s kind of the idea of at least some versions of Buddhism:  the desire* to escape the cycle of karma and rebirth, to stop having to live.  But if you don’t believe in reincarnation‒and I really, really don’t‒then escaping from that cycle is as easy as just dying.  And dying is what happens when you stop taking actions necessary to live; death is the default state.

Of course, pushing in the other direction is the eons of natural selection that chose ancestors for their tendency to try to stay alive and thereby become ancestors.  Creatures that had no drive to continue despite pain or fear did not tend to leave that many offspring.  This is true across all Kingdoms, Phyla, Classes, Orders, Families, Genuses, and Species.  Natural selection is a merciless filter; it selects for life, even if life is torture.

So by the time humans (and humanoids) grew minds sufficient to contemplate whether these are worthwhile drives, it/they was/were long since embedded deeply into our natures‒deeper than the level of the nervous system, but also permeating that.

Wow, I didn’t really expect to go off on that tangent.  I thought I was going to mention that there are songs that lament Mondays but also some that seem to celebrate it and then go somewhere from there.  I guess that notion didn’t grab my attention enough.

Maybe I’m just chronically depressed and overwhelmed and stressed out and tired of trying to fight against feeling these things, of trying to want to continue.  There is nowhere that I feel that I “belong”, certainly nowhere available to me now.  I have very little energy for anything beyond stupid basic animal survival, and I’m not doing great at that.

And I’m in pain all the fucking time, even when I’m asleep.  How can I know that I’m in pain when I’m asleep?  Because I fall asleep in pain and the pain is then often what wakes me up, and just as one has a background time sense when sleeping, there is a background awareness of, or at least a background presence of, pain.

I’m very tired of it all.  There are not enough positive things to counterbalance the negative.  There may be plenty of people out there who truly love being alive‒many of the worst people seem to enjoy their lives quite thoroughly, providing strong counter-evidence against any kind of natural justice‒but I don’t.  I am basically alone, sitting around and stewing in my self-dislike.

I must be, in some weird way, the most idiotic optimist I know, because I’m still here, as if I expect at least a decent chance of things getting better at some point in the future.

But really, I don’t expect things to get better.  I can see no good reason to continue with the curve of my mental state so far below the x-axis all the time.  I’m just making the net integral of my life more and more negative with each instant, with each infinitesimal, that I live.

All that being said, I nevertheless hope that you all have a good day and a good week.

*Of course, in the end, as I understand it, the outcome of practice is to lose any sense of desire, and by doing so, one loses the tendency to experience dukkha.  The path ceases to be the means to a goal, but is, if anything, the goal itself…or rather, the concept of goal ceases to mean much.