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December Meme - Day 2
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dungeonmarm, once again asking the tough questions:
What is your favorite song lyric and why?
I hate this question, for real, because it immediately makes my mind go blank. I feel like I'm bragging here, but I have an excellent memory.
(I'm going to go on a tangent here—I've recently been thinking about memory, because I've always felt like I have an average memory? But according to everyone I know, I apparently have like, a good memory. For a long time, I thought that people were making fun of me when they said they couldn't remember what I was talking about. I think it made me more paranoid and likely to cling to information, as though I could prove somehow, telepathically maybe, that the memory was there, that I was right, that I wasn't simply imagining things.
Seriously, though, memory really affects me. When I was oh, twelve-thirteen years old, my father and I lived with my uncle and his family for a while. We'd just moved from California to Arkansas and it was awesome that we had a place to stay while dad was getting on his feet, but it was like—there were three pre-teens/teenagers, me and my two cousins. And we were awful to each other. Trying to be creative around them would be a lesson in humiliation for me.
I remember one day, I think we'd just watched Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure or something, and there was a KISS song that played at the end? And after the movie it was stuck in my head, so I was singing it, and my cousin Jason asked me, "Who sings that?" I gave him a weird look because we'd just seen the movie, and I said, "KISS." The punchline, of course, was Jason saying, "Keep it that way." It really affected me, though. I became irrationally afraid that everyone hated my voice, and I went from pursuing music and auditioning for solos and getting solos to being terrified of singing in public. Even now, I worry about singing. I don't know if I've ever told anyone that story.)
TANGENT OVER.
Anyway, the point was my favorite song lyric. The problem is, I know too many songs, and too many lyrics, and there are earworms and lyrics I sing over and over because I don't know the rest of the song and my relationship with lyrics is kind of complicated, okay? :P
The easy answer is that I don't have one, really. It changes on my mood, it changes on the music. Ask me tomorrow or the next day, and I'm pretty sure my favorite would change. One lyric that's really meaningful to me is from RENT, though.
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.
Of course, that's very close to the obvious No day but today line, but it has a different connotation for me.
I remember so much. Bad things, good things, and when I was younger, I regretted so much. My poetry was full of regret. My stories were full of regret. Relationships failed me, and I regretted and blamed myself. That lyric is important to me because, as a teenager, my life was so much regret. As an adult, the first thing I want to ask myself is will I regret doing this? and if the answer is yes, then I just don't do it. I travel, even though I'm broke, because I'd rather do it now when I'll enjoy it more than when I'm retired forty years from now. I look at my relationships and judge periodically if I'll miss a person or an attitude in my life and adjust accordingly. Perhaps it's a little safer, simply cutting out the things that I might regret, but it hasn't failed me yet, and RENT is always a good reminder of how I want to continue moving forward instead of looking back.
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dungeonmarm, once again asking the tough questions:What is your favorite song lyric and why?
I hate this question, for real, because it immediately makes my mind go blank. I feel like I'm bragging here, but I have an excellent memory.
(I'm going to go on a tangent here—I've recently been thinking about memory, because I've always felt like I have an average memory? But according to everyone I know, I apparently have like, a good memory. For a long time, I thought that people were making fun of me when they said they couldn't remember what I was talking about. I think it made me more paranoid and likely to cling to information, as though I could prove somehow, telepathically maybe, that the memory was there, that I was right, that I wasn't simply imagining things.
Seriously, though, memory really affects me. When I was oh, twelve-thirteen years old, my father and I lived with my uncle and his family for a while. We'd just moved from California to Arkansas and it was awesome that we had a place to stay while dad was getting on his feet, but it was like—there were three pre-teens/teenagers, me and my two cousins. And we were awful to each other. Trying to be creative around them would be a lesson in humiliation for me.
I remember one day, I think we'd just watched Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure or something, and there was a KISS song that played at the end? And after the movie it was stuck in my head, so I was singing it, and my cousin Jason asked me, "Who sings that?" I gave him a weird look because we'd just seen the movie, and I said, "KISS." The punchline, of course, was Jason saying, "Keep it that way." It really affected me, though. I became irrationally afraid that everyone hated my voice, and I went from pursuing music and auditioning for solos and getting solos to being terrified of singing in public. Even now, I worry about singing. I don't know if I've ever told anyone that story.)
TANGENT OVER.
Anyway, the point was my favorite song lyric. The problem is, I know too many songs, and too many lyrics, and there are earworms and lyrics I sing over and over because I don't know the rest of the song and my relationship with lyrics is kind of complicated, okay? :P
The easy answer is that I don't have one, really. It changes on my mood, it changes on the music. Ask me tomorrow or the next day, and I'm pretty sure my favorite would change. One lyric that's really meaningful to me is from RENT, though.
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.
Of course, that's very close to the obvious No day but today line, but it has a different connotation for me.
I remember so much. Bad things, good things, and when I was younger, I regretted so much. My poetry was full of regret. My stories were full of regret. Relationships failed me, and I regretted and blamed myself. That lyric is important to me because, as a teenager, my life was so much regret. As an adult, the first thing I want to ask myself is will I regret doing this? and if the answer is yes, then I just don't do it. I travel, even though I'm broke, because I'd rather do it now when I'll enjoy it more than when I'm retired forty years from now. I look at my relationships and judge periodically if I'll miss a person or an attitude in my life and adjust accordingly. Perhaps it's a little safer, simply cutting out the things that I might regret, but it hasn't failed me yet, and RENT is always a good reminder of how I want to continue moving forward instead of looking back.
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