Roll the dice,
Sometimes you lose the bet,
Sometimes you collect.
Every time I start ruminating, calling it a mistake, I repeat my new composition. I am pounding the pavement to the beat.
Walking it off is symptomatic of another problem. It ends too many evenings gone wrong. Not wanting to wait for transportation is the excuse I usually use. Today the why I am walking is more important than the why walking is my response to it.
I am handling very poorly the discovery that the festival is a huge success with its target demographic of 18 – 25-year-olds.
I have the four-day pass. Looking at the programming and the options, I had decided that, even if it wasn’t really my style of music, it was not expensive, it was local and it was four days where I did not have to think about where to eat or what to do. I knew I might not like the festival but the four-day pass was, in my well thought-out opinion, a reasonable option to choose.
I force myself to start thinking about how to avoid another repeat. I look for patterns. Is this symptomatic of the local festivals? I had the same problem at the other local event at the start of the summer. The festivals in smaller places did not have this strong a bias. Does the ability to come by public transportation make them the domain of the youth?
It isn’t disappointment. It is embarrassment. I visibly do not belong here. This is very public. It is one of those things I am working on. I do not like being wrong.
Roll the dice,
Sometimes you lose the bet,
Sometimes you collect.
It has a nice beat.