I agree with Spaw, some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue. You have to look at the whole person. I just rationalize that I'm the sum of my parts, and those change from minute to minute. Good days, bad days, stagefright, life in general. You never do it the same twice.

"Eighteen-hundred miles from this old nightclub
My girl is turning twenty-two today
How am I supposed to entertain you?
My fingertips are worthless
When my mind's so far away"

~Elle