My friend Sean and I have daily conversations about, well, a potpourri of things you should be glad I don't write about all the time on here because it will leave you scratching your head and wonder if we are two happy humans under the age of 50 or two 80-year-old curmudgeons that spread darkness everywhere we go.
Yesterday we were discussing music. Is Tom Petty really a rock star? I don't know since I don't listen to his music, but I college roommate did and I feel like I've had enough Tom Petty for a lifetime.
What about Taylor Swift: yay or nay? Again, someone I don't listen to, but I have to give it to young Swift - she's been able to make some coin off of writing catchy songs about her relationships.
In my teens and twenties (fuck, just throw in my entire life here), I didn't have the capability of being eloquent and mindful about my relationships. Instead, I was like a pinball spinning wildly from side to side, reaching for anyone that was within reach of my gravitational pull.
And be careful if you broke up with me because the song I'd write about you would be so heartbreakingly bad:
Fuck you. You're an asshole.
Did you think you could really just brush me off like that?
I should've stepped on you with my shoe a long time ago, you troll.
You treated me like a doormat
And now I drag my sword behind me on a warpath.
But I'm confused and lonely. Everything inside me is pitch black.
I just wanted someone to hold hands with - won't you take me back?