Komeda's "Nonsense"

After listening to last year's Knife album for the 2nd time in a row tonight, was this Komeda song... which has lived in my itunes for quite awhile but has remained undiscovered until tonight. I'm sure I've heard it in passing, but it didn't catch my ear until tonight. And, it's quite fitting because I can relate to the lyrics. In fact I probably sat and really listened to it because of the connection the sentiment made with how I feel about someone right now. You know what I mean? In any case, apart from the fact that it's safe to say that we all know someone who has at least come close to affecting us enough to relate to this song, it's a pretty tune - like any Komeda song, really.

Start poopoo.
We've all had that friend (or lover, as a friend pointed out this song is suitable for as well) that has consistently disappointed us after a million chances, excuses and alibis. In my case, it's been an internal struggle. I realize this person needs help, and I try to be that help but they never really clearly reach out to me. It's apparent that said person just tries to cover up whatever that is wrong and it's more important to disguise what the problem is, put on a good face, and pretend (read: lie) that there is nothing really the matter. Whether this person wants to believe it or not, the facade is transparent not only to me but to mutual friends as well. This facade has led me to believe, or realize that, I can never be a real friend to this person - the way I'm prepared to be if they continue this unneccesary masquerade. It makes me feel like my efforts in the past to befriend this person below the surface layer were to no avail and that they had no real concern for me, which is awful because really - I've done a lot for this person as far as being supportive and presenting opportunities and going out of my way. But that's also partially my fault. You can't *make* someone do something, even if (especially if) you think it's good for them if they don't want it as well. In this person's case, I was blind to the fact that all they really want out of life is to see and be seen. Disappointing, indeed. Whoa, total venting.
End poopoo.

Lyrics here: http://individual.utoronto.ca/cara/discography/nonsense.html