My Life In Song

I think it’s time I do this again.  It’s my life in song.  The nature of a good song is that at any given time someone can completely relate to it and say “wow, it’s almost like that song was written for me!”  There are so many songs that I can relate to in some way or another, but at any given time, certain ones tend to stick out even more.  So, here is my life at this moment in five songs….

It’s that time of year again.  The Holidays are piling on, everyone is working overtime, I’m fairly certain that almost all of my friends can relate to this song right now.  Hey, we can sleep when we’re dead, right!

I’m fairly certain I used this one in my last post like this.  Probably because it seriously fits me.  Only my nails ARE painted black.  And I only want to ride the mechanical bull:)  Take notes boys…

I’ve tried a lot of things in my life, some I’m better at than others, but mostly I have fairly useless talents.  Although I would like to thank everyone who has given me the chance lately to prove that I am actually intelligent and useful.  But I do love the nightlife.  And my Bud Light.  (Although Guinness would be even better- but I don’t expect to find Guinness in a country song- until I write one 😉 )

This one is because I pretty much want to live in the music video.  Also, no matter what, I want to dance.

This one is classic words of wisdom from a wise man- and also kinda the story of my life.  So here’s to hoping one day I can trust…

In any case, I hope you liked your musical break for the day.  I intend to do this every once in a while.  For my [revious post like this, see… Life is Like A Country Song!

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The Eccentric Me For All To See

When I first bought my car four years ago, it was newer and different from any of my other previous vehicles.  It had round vents and edges, and a center control panel instead of the usual behind the steering wheel kind.  It reminded me of a spaceship. Or rather, the old but futuristic notion in my head of what a cartoon spaceship might look like.  This association was furthered by the fact that it is blue, like the sky, which connects to space, which spaceships fly through.  It makes sense in my head (as, often, strange things do).  Ever since this time I have referred to my car as a spaceship, an assertion that often brings ridicule, however playfully it may be intended.

But, I believe, that it is such thoughts that make us unique.  For if everyone made the same connections and saw everything the exact same way, where would new ideas and inventions come from?

I mourn the death of relationships more than I mourn the death of people.  In my mind, when a person dies, your relationship with them is frozen forever in that state (which was hopefully a favourable one).  But when both parties to continue to live on, the relationship has more opportunity to fizzle and often does.  ‘Tis a much greater loss to lose all connection with a person who may still very well be right in front of you.

Sometimes reading the Bible makes me want to play Age of Empires.  An association which, again, makes sense in my head but may seem superficial or sacrilegious to others.

I have studied languages all my life but have never been able to imitate accents.  I speak every language with a horrible American accent.  But, after spending one semester in Georgia, I soon began to speak in a much more “Southern” dialect which has stuck with me to this day.  And after mere weeks of watching movies and reading Jane Austen books, I find myself writing notes as if I were writing in Victorian England (though this present post has not had much opportunity to show that).

I have been known, on more than one occasion, to dance backwards, or, more correctly, opposite the general face of the dance.  My fellow dancers may recognize this simply as a way to spice up and otherwise monotonous and over done dance.  The unknowing observer may see it as me not knowing what I’m doing, or perhaps not taking the dance seriously enough.  It is much more than either of those.  It is representative.  Dance is representative of life and all its sensibilities.  In every form of dance, as in life, there are leaders, there are followers, and there are those who stand up and proclaim that they shall be neither.  They will be neither sheep, nor shepherds, nor goats, but they will be horses – mares and stallions – who you may choose to ride beside, or stand behind in their dust.  Regardless, they will do what they must.

It’s things like this that make us unique.  Those idiosyncrasies or eccentric ideas that seem uncouth and sometimes get blurted out at inappropriate times.  Thoughts that society dictates should remain in your head and perhaps not even there.  It is for these things (unlike just about everything else) that I will NOT apologize.  For these things make me me.  And if you do not like them I suggest you take them up with my creator.  For it is they which define me.  My thoughts, my eccentricities and the way I treat the people around me.  These are the things that matter, not my job, or my possessions, or even the amount of knowledge I gain.  For what use is any of that?  The best I can ever hope to be is, well, me.

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