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I’m Tired (Yeah, She’s Tired)

Tore up and wore up from the floor up, this past week has been troubling and trying and totally typical of a full-moon week. While the proverbial shit hits the fan, I’m simply going to open up a rainbow-colored umbrella and carry on. That’s what the weekend affords: the nonchalant walk-away.

Don’t I make it look easy, baby
When I do what I do? (Uh-huh)
Don’t I make it look easy, baby? 
Well, I’m foolin’ you

I just posted a picture, read all the comments
Hearted the good ones if I’m bein’ honest, uh-huh
I mighta spent an hour on it…
You won’t ever see me cry (I’m not cryin’)
‘Cause I’ve got a filter for every single lie

It’s not easy to make them look after all these years, even if it’s second nature by this side-to-late stage of my life. Still, it passes the time. It makes a day. And in this Meghan Trainor bop it forms the thrust of the narrative. 

You think I live that lavish life, happy life?
But you don’t know I’m up all night
Worry ’bout my body type
I wonder if I’m what they like?
But I should just say “fuck it,” right?
Oh, and you won’t ever see me cry (I’m not cryin’)
‘Cause I’ve got a filter for every single lie

The faces and bodies we present on social media – the clothes and personae we present to the world – they make it look however we want it to look, but how much is real? How much is authentic? On our worst days, even on our only-somewhat-trying days, no one knows what’s really going on in our lives. Spouses and family members have only slightly more of a clue. Sometimes the mere act of showing up takes more effort and mental energy than performing in front of a crowd of thousands. You just never know when it comes to people. 

Don’t I make it look easy, baby (Uh-huh)
When I do what I do? (When I do what I do)
Don’t I make it look easy, baby? Ah (Ah)
Well, I’m foolin’ you
Don’t I make it look easy, baby? (Ah; uh-huh)
I’m good at keepin’ my cool (I’m good at keepin’ my cool)
Don’t I make it look easy, baby? Ah (Ah)
Well, I’m foolin’ you

So here’s to all the people who put on the pretend just to get through the day, the ones who make it look easy when they feel like it’s all crumbing on the inside, when they aren’t sure of anything other than how to make it look good. 

I know I ain’t the only one who feels like this
Gettin’ good at hidin’ all this mess (Gettin’ good)
I’m tired (She’s tired)
Oh, Lord, I’m tired (Yeah, she’s tired)
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