Some of my gentle readers will soon receive an extraordinarily well-mixed cd of jazzy/funky tunes. One of them is an Al Green track (not to ruin the soooprise). He says/sings at the very end:
"Sometime I feel like I want to moan about it
and I just don't know what to say i..."
There's another song in which he says something like, "I have to cross my arms and just moan about it..."
That's pretty much my inclination these days. I want to hug myself and moan. It's partially sexual frustration, as Mr. Green conveys, and partially loneliness, anxiety, invisibility... That's the thing. I can't explain it in any real way. Sometime I feel like I want to moan about it.
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