You know, it bothers me that "Teardrops on my Guitar" is number one. Wait, it's not the original, but the pop version. That's stupid. The country original sounds way better. The pop one sounds fake. It bugs me that people have to change the song into a pop version to embrace it, that apparently there's some sort of prejudice against country music.
All music should be loved, appreciated and embraced, if it is really music. If it comes from the soul. If it has the human element.
Could I get my readers to sound off and let me know how many of you are out there, and who you are? I don't care if you comment regularly or not, I'm just curious as to how many people take a peek at these once in a while. I'm calling out the lurkers especially. If you don't want to comment on this and would rather keep lurking, you can message me if you want. But yeah, I'm just curious.
The post secrets are pretty good this week. Or, at least, a lot of them either hit me hard or just struck me somehow. Go forth and read.
I might get to go to go to Anaheim. yes, Anaheim, CA. I've been there once, my freshman year of high school. It's the west side. It's...it's...damn. I shouldn't feel this connection to it. It's really not anywhere near my hometown. I don't know. I just wish I could go. But I've been there before. I've traveled before.
I'll just keep telling myself that.
I get to do laundry today. Maybe. And sew a button back on my coat. What fun. I get to be a woman today.
...
Oh god. Just shoot me now.
No, don't. I enjoy music too much. It's always been my savior. I enjoy that platonic orgasmic feeling too much to want to give it up for the risk of eternal damnation or nothingness.
I must be defective or something. We want what we can't have. And then we feel guilty for not embracing what we could. We feel guilty for the pain we cause others, feel just that much selfish, and yet despite the pain we cause in ourselves and others we keep on trucking with this stupid...
There must be something to it. Maybe it's just because we long for that ideal. That we know we won't be truly happy with anything else, or at least need to find out if it really has all been worth it, get that closure.
Until then we're just going to run around making ourselves and those who care most about us miserable, until we find happiness in death or before.
So what can we do to ward off the tears?
*turns on stereo*
Party like a Rock, party like a rockstar
Party like a rock, party like a rockstar...
*opens a bottle of amnesia*
Who wants to join me?
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