Back in the Fall when I was really sad, I wrote a country song. It made me really happy. Hope it helps cheer you up now:
Sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug.
You’ll start out flying high, and then you’ll find you’re eating rug.
It’s just the way it goes my friend, you’ve simply got to shrug
it off and start to digging out of that hole that you dug.
‘Cause sometimes you’re the windshield, and sometimes you’re the bug.
Yeah, sometimes you’ll be the windshield, sometimes you’ll be the bug.
Peel yourself right off that glass, give your spattered guts a tug.
Get your wheels back on the tracks, and let your little engine chug.
Sometimes you’ll be the windshield, and sometimes you’re the bug.
I know you’re feeling low right now, and really need a hug,
’cause you’re life is full of windshield and you’re feeling like the bug.
But things will turn right round again, so shake that sad face off your mug.
‘Cause there’s times you’ll be the windshield, you can’t always be the bug!
Pull the fibers out of your teeth now, that you picked up in that rug,
Surround yourself with friends who care, and get yourself a hug.
I know it’s really tough right now, but hang in there my love,
’cause sometimes you’ll be the windshield, you can’t always be the bug.
Yeah, sometimes you’ll be the windshield, you can’t always be the bug.
(repeat to fade…)
Alright, here’s the Sohbet challenge: write me your own life descriptive country song (or counter with you’re own sad song of any genre to cheer you up)