Home Alone Is Not Enough

Someone once said humans are habitual animals. There's something so pathetically trite about this statement that I'm sure a lot of people have said it. I don't really care who said it, or how many times it's been said, I'm just trying to illustrate a point.
I bite my nails. I always have and it would be a reasonable prediction to state that I always will. I also spend the majority of my time in my room alone. This is also something I have always done and cannot foresee any different. The irony is that during this time alone I wallow in my perpetual loneliness. I motherfucking hate it, yet I lack the impetus to actually open the door and do something about it.

I didn't want to have to write like this, but this blog have become rather neglected of late. Quite frankly, being back in Melbourne my thoughts and actions are a little too real to be published. Although I have a predisposition for self-sabotage, I'm not quite at the stage of committing social-suicide. Which is a bit of shame because there's an absurdity to this existence of mine which would make very amusing reading.

Habitually, when feeling down there's always one album I seem to listen to. Previously I'd made some attempt to document my relationship with the Manic Street Preachers. I'm quite immune to the scoffs nowadays. I realise how uncool the band are, but let me tell you, when one needs to let the hurt out a little there's no better album than The Holy Bible.
So today I was YouTube-ing some old Manics clips, trying to relive the pain of my youth, when I stumbled across the most extraordinary thing - a new single! As I mentioned in my previous post on the band, I've paid very little attention to them since around 2000, so I was completely unaware that there was a new album scheduled to be released shortly. As their last few albums have been completely embarrassing I wasn't expecting much. Now maybe it's my lack of exposure to natural light talking, but the song is actually alright! What's even more surprising is that the band are looking good again as well! James seems to have lost some weight and a few years with it, he's pulled out one of his old Holy Bible-era jackets, got his stomping leg back and is exhibiting his "Springsteen vibe" again. The song also features Nina Persson from the Cardigans who is fairly unrecognisable if you didn't know it was her. She's singing in a more womanly fashion these days compared to early-Cardigans, which is fairly unfortunate, but what are you going to do? She does do a wonderful little tea pot in the clip though.



Seriously, tell me this song isn't reasonably good. Fuck it, I'm even going to say it's pretty good. It's made me feel upbeat about life again, although rather than inspiring me to do something, I'm just sitting in my room watching it repeatedly. Old habits...