Mr. Tambourine Man" is my personal favorite), you'd be right to be skeptical. But -- and I say this completely without irony -- the resulting album, Has Been, is actually not bad. Shatner mostly does spoken word recitations rather than trying to sing, and Folds sets the tracks to music and does some backup singing (along with others, like Aimee Mann and Henry Rollins). My favorite song on the album is called "That's Me Trying."
Anyway, the reason I mention this (well, really, who needs a reason to mention William Shatner??), is that I've mentioned that I haven't been doing so well in the mood department for the last week or so. I've gotten a lot of help, thank God, but everyone just keeps telling me, "You have to try!"
I guess I understand what they're saying, but at this point, I really don't even know what "trying" is. Is it not cutting myself? Not bursting into tears every hour? If that's trying, then I'm not trying. If it's managing to make dinner (which didn't turn out great), managing to drag the kids to the store (which was a big mistake), then I am trying. Is it updating this blog, and working on my knitting projects? Then I'm trying. Is it fighting the "I want to die" feelings? Then I'm not trying.
You get the point.
My constant questioning has me coming back to that stupid Shatner/Folds song again and again. Part of the refrain goes, "Above the quiet, there's a buzz/That's me trying." I think, I made dinner. That's me trying. I took a walk. That's me trying. I feel like I want to write on the walls, "Look! That's me trying!" The only problem is that I still feel like shit.
So now what?
Note: part of "me trying" is continuing work on my little octopus. Did you know that octopuses have eight freaking legs? That's a hell of a lot of legs. I'm tired of knitting legs. But that's me trying.