Somehow A Rainy Sunday Just Seems Appropriate

I had "The Talk" today, and as you can imagine it was less than fun. And it's raining, which, really, just seems...perfect. So, with that little nugget spiritual fun-ness out of the way, I can go on to other things like maybe slamming my hand in a car door or, if I really feel up to it, go around my house kicking heavy table legs (my dining table works really well) with my bare feet. So many options...

PS
Lyrics rarely speak to me but I've been listening to this song over and over. I don't normally share this stuff, but I was hoping maybe if I put it out there maybe it helps. Somebody once told me that. We'll see. Anyway, here it is:

Changing Man by Paul Weller-

Is happiness real?
Or am I so jaded
I can't see or feel - like a man been tainted
Numbed by the effect - aware of the muse
Too in touch with myself - I light the fuse

I'm the changingman - built on shifting sands
I'm the changingman - waiting for the bang-
As I light a bitter fuse

Time is on loan - only ours to borrow
What I can't be today - I can be tomorrow

And the more I see - the more I know
The more I know - the less I understand. 

I'm the changingman - built on shifting sands
I'm the changingman - waiting for the bang-
To light a bitter fuse

It's a bigger part -
When our instincts act
A shot in the dark - 
A movement in black 

And the more I see - the more I know
The more I know - the less I understand.

I'm the changingman - built on shifting sands
(I don't have a plan)
I'm the changingman - waiting for the bang-
To light a bitter fuse