Even more thoughts.
I just discovered ‘Vindicated’ by Dashboard Confessional … a few years late, I know, but let’s treat it like wine. The longer you wait to savour it, the more tasteful it becomes. Vintage. Okay okay. I admit that the reason why I did not want to listen to the song when it first became popular was because I didn’t want to listen to it just because everyone else was listening to it. The period when you spoke of Dashboard Confessional like as if it was you who discovered the goddam band and no one else knew about it but youself. I suppose that a coupla years down the road, after the whole hoo-ha for the song has died down, it’s alright to start listening to it. Hence, my recent discovery of ‘Vindicated.’ This would be like my 50th time listening to the song since last week.
There’s this thing about me. I could listen to a song like a hundred times and still not know the lyrics. I don’t listen hard enough. Which if you look deeper into it, might explain my treatment of other people.
I saw the weather forecast on MSN’s homepage. Mostly cloudy in London with a min of 11 and max of 14. Are they bundled up warm and tight, dreaming of snow and cold blue skies. I could imagine the leafless trees against a mulling backdrop of gray, red brick buildings. I wonder what Ireland is like.
More wondering.
I wonder who reads this. I wonder if those who read this think that I am writing about them. I wonder if those who read it merely read it to see if I mentioned them. My head is spinning. I’m coming down with a flu. I want some chicken soup.
Chicken soup for the soul is a total waste of paper and ink.
