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Dissecting Shinedown’s Song “A Symptom of Being Human”

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First, before I get into my dissection — it’ll be quick, painless, and maybe even fun — I want you to listen to Shinedown’s song “A Symptom of Being Human.” (Bonus: this YouTube link will show you their video along with it, as per usual.)

OK, now that you’ve done that…the reason I picked Shinedown’s song to discuss today (thus, dissection) is because it’s a perfect song to reflect with. (It is Sunday, after all.) It works both as poetry and as music, and it is deceptively low-key, almost sneaky (in a good way!) in its message that we’re all human and we’re all fallible. We all have human moments, and we shouldn’t feel bad about it when we do.

“You’ve always been slightly awkward, kind of weird. Upside-down and not all here…what’s wrong with me and you is crystal clear,” is quite a lyric. It depicts solidarity at a time of crisis, and reminds you that it’s OK to be awkward. It’s OK to have human moments. It’s even OK not to be OK. (All of these things are not new to me. Lead singer of Shinedown Brent Smith has said exactly that during several live videos of “A Symptom of Being Human.” I recommend the one in Allen, TX, but several of them are extant and they’re all excellent.)

“We’re all just passing through. Passengers on a ship of fools,” is one of the refrains. That indicates how a lot of us feel. The world goes on, sometimes it doesn’t make any sense whatsoever, and certainly we do at times like that feel like we’re on a ship of fools.

See, there’s a lot of unnecessary drama in this world. People get mad for the most ridiculous things, and sometimes it doesn’t make any sense later when you think about it. We’re all human beings, we are going to have bad days, and yet sometimes it seems like the universe is just piling it on. How much more can we take? What else can we do to possibly alleviate the pain we have on such days?

Personally, I turn to music. That’s how I found Shinedown’s song. Brent Smith has said (not sure where I saw this) that he wrote this during the Covid pandemic lockdown. The loneliness, the pain of having to be with ourselves and loved ones without much in the way of distraction, is what apparently lead to this song. (The way I summed it up is probably not the way Mr. Smith would say it. That’s my way of explaining it.)

Over the last few months, I’ve listened to a great many different groups I’d never really paid attention to before. Shinedown is one of them, partly because of this great, introspective song. Melodically it’s quite lyrical. It’s open, but there’s more to ponder there, and the melodic line goes along with it. The refrains are easy to sing along with. The message is clear: be good to yourself, and if you have human moments, remember that we all do.

One of my favorite lyrics is, “Unpack all your baggage, hide it in the attic, where you hope it disappears.” Remember what I said above about unnecessary drama? Well, this may be the antithesis of it, in a way…you’re trying to portray a good front for people to not let on that you’re hurting, and hurting badly. You hope your pain will disappear, so you can go on and pretend you’re doing better than you really are.

But if you’ve read my blog for any length of time, you know what I’m going to say, right? Putting on fronts is stupid. It takes away from your personal energy. It takes away from your personal creativity. It tries to make you conform to what is expected of you — someone who won’t make waves, someone who won’t complain when things around you are too desperate to be borne.

I’m not saying you should partake in unnecessary drama, because that also wastes your energy. I do think you should use my late husband Michael’s Buddhist trick, and tell yourself, “OK, universe, I am going to feel exactly how I am for ten minutes.” Then, after you’ve felt it all — maybe it’s anger, maybe it’s frustration, maybe it’s despair, maybe it’s bewilderment, who knows? — you can say, “All right. I’ve felt this. I know it. Now, let’s go on about my day.” You put it aside, yes, but you don’t deny it.

Why don’t you deny it? Well, denial of what’s obvious is dumb. We shouldn’t do it. When we do, we’re invalidating ourselves before the universe even gets a chance to do it. Before the day goes bad, we’re already telling ourselves that we have to pretend to be OK in order not to bother everyone else, when the real reason we shouldn’t pretend (but use the Buddhist trick, above) is that we can’t be who we are if we’re putting on a front.

Shinedown’s song points out that we all have our good days and bad ones. It also says something I’m going to interpret this way: Maybe we should start celebrating our vulnerability rather than running from it. Maybe we should try to remember that we all hurt sometimes, and that it is better to acknowledge this than to waste your time and energy putting up a front that probably won’t change how anyone thinks of you anyway.

Look. I believe, strongly, that we all are individuals. I don’t like blind conformity. I definitely don’t like unnecessary drama, and I am completely frustrated with a whole lot of what I see in the world. But I try to spread kindness, when I can. I try to help others, even when I’m hurting, because that’s who I am. I do the best I can to remind people that they matter. Their pain matters, along with their joy, their happiness, whatever journey they’re on to find themselves and figure out their purpose…well, it all matters.

Shinedown’s song speaks to all of this, and it’s why I’ve done my best to share my thoughts about “A Symptom of Being Human” with you all.

For those of you struggling, this Sunday or any day, I want you to remember that you are much better than you know. You matter. Who you are, where you’ve come from, your journey…it is all vital, essential, and meaningful.

Don’t let your light go out of the world without a fight, in other words.

That’s what I think about on bad days, and it helps me. I hope it helps you, too.

Kayelle Allen Blogs about “Tales of the E4 Mafia” — and I am thrilled

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Folks, I know the above title is quite lengthy, but it’s true.

My friend, author Kayelle Allen, blogged about TALES OF THE E4 MAFIA at her own website, and I am very happy about it. (Thrilled, as I said.) She also put a banner, which she’d made herself (the ones I’ve shared before are from her also) and listed the book’s description.

And if that was not enough, she also said this: As a former E4 myself, I’m proud to share a military sci-fi anthology featuring one of my favorite editors and an altogether awesome person – Barb Caffrey.

Thank you, Kayelle! I appreciate it.

Now, if you want to read my story “Into the Night,” (co-written with the inestimable Gail Sanders), which is a new story set in the Atlantean Union universe and features Peter Welmsley at an earlier, unshadowed time of his life (and no, he’s not the guy at the heart of this story; however, without Peter, I don’t think much of anything would’ve happened), the easiest way to do it is to go to Amazon and get a copy for yourself. It also is available, now, via Kindle Unlimited, so those of you who have KU can read it. (Note: Read it now. While you still have time.)

Mind you, there are eleven stories in this anthology, not just mine and Gail’s. All of them are fun reads that you should enjoy immensely. (I say that, and I mean it.)

Happy reading! (And thank you again, Kayelle, for your generosity and help. Kayelle, herself, is awesome as both a person and a writer.)

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July 12, 2024 at 10:21 pm

Got Past My Wedding Anniversary…Still Alive

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Folks, I know that’s an odd title. But if you’ve read my blog for a while, you know that it’s incredibly difficult for me to handle each year’s observance of my wedding to Michael (to/with/for, however you want to say it). Every anniversary is another year without him. Every anniversary points out that I’m older than he was when he died, and that just seems wrong.

This year, I felt I should stay quiet until it was over. I felt raw inside. (I didn’t stay quiet with my good female friends and I did tell two male friends also. But I said nothing to my family, nothing openly, not here at my blog nor on X/Twitter, nor on my Facebook page.) I didn’t want to have to discuss anything until I got past this anniversary.

Now I’m past it (by about eight days). I’m still alive. Michael’s birthday (not that he’d have celebrated it) comes up later this month. My own birthday, which in some ways is very hard to celebrate (see above), is in August.

I’m doing what I can to look forward. I’ve restarted my version of Peter Welmsley’s novel. I’ll take some of what Michael had, surely, but a lot of it I’m writing on my own. My Peter has a different name, a different place of origin (though Michael really didn’t say in any of his stories, I’ve decided Peter was brought up on Lemuria and that his parents were ambassadors from Heligoland, which was the “first landing place” that started the Atlantean Union after the diaspora from Earth), is going to have a different love interest (some of the same characteristics, mind you, but not all), and the ship he’s on is going to do different things. I’ve made a point of space pirates being a problem in the stories I’ve written and/or thought of since Michael’s untimely death, and it seems to me to make sense to write about that.

Michael’s premise, mind you, in all of his SFnal stories was to show the quiet heroes and heroines who do the needful, without fanfare, without expecting anything except to live their lives and go after it again the next day. Peter W. is still a quiet hero, and he doesn’t really see himself heroically at all (if you’ve read “To Survive the Maelstrom,” you know that, and you know why). He’s not particularly comfortable with being alive when his best male friend and his fiancee are dead, and while his love interest (the one I’m writing) makes some sense for him, it’s not going to be an easy courtship. (Then again, the best things in life take a Hell of a lot of work.)

So, I’ve restarted work on that. I’m also 53,000 words into the “secret” project, which is in a fantasy setting (I can say that much). Plus, my co-written story with Gail Sanders, “Into the Night,” is available in the Tales of the E-4 Mafia anthology from Henchman Press. (It’s available in paperback now, too. Check it out!)

It’s good to be active as a writer, even if my progress is a ton slower than I’d prefer. I feel better when I write. I also believe more firmly in myself when I’m creative, as I’ve suffered a few blows in the past few years that were hard to get past. (Dad’s death last year is just the start of it, I’m afraid.)

Of course, I’m editing as well. Nothing new about that. I do my best to help my clients, as always, in every way I can.

My view of life is pretty simple, in short. Anything worth doing is worth doing well. But if you aren’t able to do it well, but can still do it, you can keep going and keep doing it. You can fix whatever isn’t right once you have your story on the page; you can learn more about the manuscripts you edit every day you have them, if you’re pondering this, that, or the other from a developmental standpoint. (Do I worry about grammatical things sometimes? Sure. But I worry most about the flow of the story and whether or not it makes sense. Great grammar won’t work if there’s no characterization, no definable plot, or no real reason to be reading along, in my not-so-humble opinion.)

So. I’m alive. Doing my best. Some days are better than others. Some are worse. But I’m doing my level best, and that’s going to have to be enough.

How are you all doing? Tell me in the comments…providing I’m not just shouting into the void again (and hoping it will shout back).

Written by Barb Caffrey

July 2, 2024 at 6:46 am