I don’t believe in coincidence.
I do believe in God.
And this morning, I got a talking to through the radio…
And when you wake up in the morningÂ
With your head on fireÂ
And your eyes too bloody to seeÂ
Go on and cry in your coffeeÂ
But don’t come bitchin’ to meÂ
Because you had to be a big shot, didn’t ya
You had to open up your mouthÂ
You had to be a big shot, didn’t ya,Â
All your friends were so knocked outÂ
You had to have the last word, last nightÂ
You know what everything’s aboutÂ
You had to have a white hot spotlightÂ
You had to be a big shot last night
Billy Joel. Pre-Uptown Girl. Shit don’t get more real than that. Thanks, God. I needed that.
See, last night I got what had to be the weirdest, most conflicted feedback I’ve ever received on any of my endeavors. In turn, I’m feeling conflicted about it. It all comes on the heels of a tiny rant I had concerning The Janus Affair book trailer. Yeah, I know — you’re probably think I’m obsessing over it, and maybe I am. A bit. Look, the point is I got this complete curveball right before hitting the sack and I’m asking myself “Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?” even the following morning. There’s a bigger blogpost in here, I think, for another time; but there is a lesson learned here: Be careful what you wish for.
Sometimes, being a Big Shot isn’t easy.
This isn’t a rallying of the troops, mind you. It’s been a week, safe to say; but I got a groove with By Dawn’s Early Light and an audiobook in the can. As the conductor just said, I’ll just sit back and enjoy the ride.
