Lost at the grocery store.
Lost in the parking lot. (Looking for my car that I don't own anymore. Yeah. That was a great day.)
Lost trying to find your way to where your friends are having a great party and driving for hours trying to figure out your dumb directions that your wrote and hating yourself for forgetting your cell phone. No? Maybe its just me then.
Then there is the lost when you are in a relationship with somebody and you don't know where you are going.
But the worst kind of lost is the one where you forget where you are going in your life.
Yes dear readers its going to be one of those post. Sorry. Feel free to turn back. I promise I won't be sad. Or come check back on a day when I'm in a good mood. Or when I've lost fifty pounds.
I just feel a little lost.
A little like how Barry Manilow feels about Mandy.
Lets stop for a moment and examine that. I remember rain like ice shadows of a man face in a window...looking in their eyes I see a memory...Oh Mandy...(Yes I have issues. this has been well established.)
Sometimes being lost has its advantages.
You can watch great shows like LOST and go at least my life isn't that nuts.
People tend to be nicer to you. ("Be nice to him. He's lost. Lets introduce him to these nice men in white coats they can help him." Is what I usually hear.)
Sometimes you can find the best running routes.
Or people's house to toilet paper. (What ever your preference is.)
Or perhaps those nagging issues that you have been trying avoid you figure are the things that have been holding you back. AKA why you crave chocolate after arguing with a fat lady at work. Or why you avoid looking at mirrors cause you don't want to look at yourself in eyes and go Why yes this is my life.
Or fighting with your neighbor below you who cooks with a pound of garlic and leaves her exhaust fan on all the freaking time.
Now for a musical break...
Country roads take me home, to the place I belong...
and I'm back.
So if you see me can you guide me in the right direction?