I came to a realization the other day as I was driving. I was listening to a satellite radio station called Love, but the song that was playing was a break up song, one that came out when I was just an elementary student. I remember singing the song in my room using a hairbrush [...]
I came to a realization the other day as I was driving. I was listening to a satellite radio station called Love, but the song that was playing was a break up song, one that came out when I was just an elementary student. I remember singing the song in my room using a hairbrush for a microphone.
I used to love songs of broken hearts and broken dreams. Band of Gold, One Less Bell to Answer, The Worst That Could Happen, and many others made up a good portion of my childhood record collection. Yes, I was a weird kid.
So now I realize why I never could understand how people felt when singing about the joys of romance and love. I could never find the right card for my anniversary or Valentine's Day because I did not feel the things they wrote about.
I have a natural inclination toward songs in minor keys, tragic tales, and stories of unrequited love. It's because I was raised on breakup songs that I would sing to like other kids sang the Beatles and hippy songs.
When I was in high school I wrote a song about a man who cheated on his wife and found her wedding ring with a note on the kitchen table. It was fairly prophetic considering how marriage ended. I think I must have been expecting all along to be a deserted wife. I've been dumped by every guy I ever dated, so my expectations were not high by the time I got married.
I still love romantic comedies and historical romances and I cry at weddings, but I have what my daughter would call a real pessimistic side when it comes to love. It's fine by me. I have other priorities and I've never understood what a splendored thing is anyway!