Hey Babes!
How's your Wednesday going?
In case the title didn't tip you off, I will: today's post is of the personal variety.
How do you feel about your memories?
I flip-flop between cherishing them and cursing their existance. I'm an extremist through and through.
Today, I want to share some stronger emotional memories with ya'll. Because they are pretty darn prolific for me.
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| I looked something like this that year. 2010 |
The other day, while cutting my hair, a song came on that evokes a strong connotation for me.
Have a listen while I tell my story, bro:
"Just A Dream" came out in August 2010, around the same time my two-year relationship was reaching it's all-time low. There was no trust, we were on the verge of a break up, and I was having a mental breakdown of my own, on the side, for reasons I'm not going to get into here (one story at a time).
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| And this. |
We did eventually break up, only to "recover" or reunite a few days later, for a few more months. During the time when we were back together, this song became one of my favorites to listen to (along with Eminem & Rihanna's
"Love the Way You Lie," which speaks for itself, doesn't it?) -- I knew we weren't going to last much longer, and I had already accomplished my goal: proving to myself that I
could stay in a long-term relationship. I wasn't a quitter; I had overcome a lot to stay.
But we'd soured.
I remember that during this period my boyfriend-at-the-time would come over for dinner - my family has always been inviting of accepted friends; so he ate at my house often. I had recently become enamored with Cajan food, so we were making gumbo for my family, and I cranked this song while we cooked and my family joked around.
I realized that asking him out again was a big mistake.
It was a pattern of dependence; I didn't feel ready to be alone.
I didn't want all that effort to go to waste.
But I didn't want him, either.
I remember listening to this song and thinking that I wasn't as happy as I should be, as I'd once been; and he loved me more than I liked him. I saw our disentanglement: it was a sticky, painful mess.
And that's what this song reminds me of.
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I ended that year lookin' like this.
My hair has always been what I change when I'm stressed. |
I have one more memory to share, so don't feel shorted, Lovelies. ;]P
My radio loves to play this one (the sadistic bi-yach), so listen while you read, ja?
As I mentioned before, we did break up for a few days. Or, he broke up with me, but neither of us really wanted to break up, so . . . well, you know a little of the story.
At that time I had a blog called Kels' Corner - which I deleted in 2011. [God, how the journalist and writer in me regrets that - those were raw emotions, and those are so much more powerful and useful than a well scripted story.]
Alas, I digress.
Anyway, we broke up while I was visiting him at his mom's house. He'd received a laptop for graduation that year, so we'd been playing music videos before this all went down; and since we'd agreed to still be friends after the break-up, we listened to a few more songs before I biked home for the day.
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And this.
Why do I have long hair again? |
Everytime it was his turn to choose a song, he picked this. Now Lovelies, I'm a bit dense. A lotta' bit. Music is powerful and has it's own bite; each song tells a story and conveys a series of emotions - and while painfully obvious to everyone that has ever listened to country music, I really didn't see it at the time.
'Didn't even really like the song, honestly.
Listening now, though, I'm reminded of that break-up.
The rushing feelings of:
relieve (I'm free!)
sadness (I think I'm supposed to feel sad, right? Well, I am a little.)
elatedness (F-R-E-E, motherfuckers!)
contemplativenss (I suddenly have a lot of free time. I guess this gives me more time to . . . obsess. Fuck.)
. . . all swirled through my head.
I biked home, listening to my iPod. The sappy romantic songs didn't prompt emotion, the silly ones did. All in all, I was a little down.
I told my family. My mom bought me a candy bar to celebrate, my sister; a mango energy drink. She also high fived me.
And that, tired readers, is what that song reminds me of.
Why did I post this?
Memories can be laid to rest when their shared - either through communication, writing; whatever.
And I think that it was time to let them go in a way that commemorates the lessons learned.
Do you associate songs or music with certain memories?
Share them below if you're comfortable doing so. ;D
♥Kelsey E.
Benedict