I was talking to somebody today who was super excited that they've started playing Christmas music again. I expressed the opposite view and she said, "What, you don't like Christmas music?" sounding (perhaps) either hurt or offended.* I said, "Well, you're young, maybe you've just heard it all less than I have." She said, "Oh no, I've probably heard it more than you: I listen to Christmas music all year long! I never get sick of it." I didn't have any answer to that.
Do you?
Then she said, "It just makes me happy. It makes a lot of people happy to listen to. And people need a reason to feel happy nowadays." I did have an answer there, so I said, "Well, we got one Saturday." It was maybe the cleverest thing I've ever said to her, but she did not comment on that.
A couple of minutes later, All I Want For Christmas Is You started playing, and she amended her statement, your honor. She is not a fan of that particular song, apparently. "But I respect your opinion," she said, endearingly.
"Uh, no, you don't," I said, "because this is the only Mariah Carey song that I love."
You know that I never heard that song before LOVE, ACTUALLY? Same with "Both Sides Now" by Joni Mitchell. Sometimes, the way you're introduced to a song makes all the difference in how you feel about it.
But gosh, the bonny lass is totally right in that all of us have things that--whether popular or not--make us happy. And we should not be ashamed of those things, or embarrassed that something pleases or entertains us, or shines a little light in this dark, dank world we all share. For example, this has always amused me:
Your mileage may vary.
So, today is Tuesday, and I haven't had a headache yet. I had to take my car to the shop this morning, and there it sits. I got some editing done and some writing done, so hey, things could be worse.
Sit-ups Today: 100
Sit-ups In November: 1149
Push-ups Today: 92
Push-ups In November: 359
The other day, I wrote the reunion between Will Choner and the girl he rescued from kidnapping (now calling herself Beth). She drives him home, and he just stares at her while she talks. I really enjoyed writing it--the sort of thing that makes me wish I could write every single day.
Anyway, I thought I'd record that bit for you and post it here. Maybe you can encourage me to finish it, if you were a fan of the first two stories. Or maybe I'll abandon it, like I do practically everything I start, and this will be the only evidence the tale ever existed.
Enjoy.
I got my car back, sped over to the library, and typed frenetically until they kicked me out (which turned out to be thirty-five minutes after I logged in). But I got a lot of writing done, and am still digging it.
I was trying to think of a clever name for their finding-lost-items business, and the best I could come up with was Rediscovery. Seems like the story could be called that too, if I really liked it. If you have a better one, let me know (and I already decided against Finders Keepers).
Words Today: 2083
Words In November: 9615
*I prefer to think of it as hurt, but who am I kidding?
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