Today, I thought of the song Hurt by Nine In Nails. But oddly enough, I wasn’t thinking of that version, but instead of the version by Johnny Cash. For some crazy reason I like that version better. I’m not quite sure what it is, since essentially they are the same song, they are just delivered by a different artist. Perhaps because before I heard Johnny Cash sing that song, I never Really knew that much about him. I mean Really, I did know he was the Man in Black, and sang some great songs. But I never knew about his life. I never knew that the song Hurt when he sang it had a deeper meaning to him than just a cover song. I’ve watched Walk the Line, and while both Jaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon did great jobs, there is so much more to Johnny Cash that’s not told.

Perhaps in the end, that’s what we all want. We want the whole story told. They say when you die, you see your life pass before your eyes. Is that a way for us to remember at the last moment the whole story? The whole story of our lives? When I’m gone, who will be there to tell my story? Will I be remembered as a dork, or as a great person, or maybe just a good person. Or a bad person? Morbid thoughts.

Randomness often takes me into the crazy part of my brain, the part that Seriously thinks of things that I shouldn’t be thinking.

What’s Really crazy of course is that during times like this, it’s quite amazing how silly cliches often make sense, or how situations seem to turn to certain topics. All the music you listen to on the radio is sad. it’s depressing, it hurts. But you know, we move on, even if we don’t want to. It’s just craziness!

“I hurt myself today.

to see if I still feel…”

- Hurt