Pixies Playlist and My Resignation from Relationships All Together...
My little sister just got out of another surgery, today.
And I have been having it rough lately.
When things get bad for either of us, we sometimes cheer ourselves up by watching bad music videos from the 80's, on youtube, and we make snarky comments and laugh over the phone...
I'm no scientist, but I suspect that all of the hipsters of the 1980's might have had the biggest impact on the ozone layer, what with all of the aqua net that was used at the time.
But I'm straying from the point.
Pixie joined us in our cheer up party, and seemed bored with the old-school videos.
After a few good laughs, we broke from tradition to entertain the little lady.
We asked what she wanted to listen to.
"That's not her name" she answered, with the kind of enthusiasm kids usually reserve for things like candy and getting to stay up late.
Turns out she really likes the Ting Tings.
I don't have much of any music, here in Minnesota-let alone the Ting Tings.
And to my amazement, she knew some of the words, and sang along.
Janet let her pick one more video. She chose Hannah Montana.
Where did I go wrong?
My little girl has her own musical opinions right now.
Opinions that are different from mine!
Motherhood taught me patience.
Now, I suppose, it's going to have to teach me to stop being such a music snob, because seriously, I am not sure I can get behind the Hannah Montana thing.
And as much as it kills me that she thinks that the Ramones are just as cool as some crappy Disney band, I know that I just have to let her get out there, and decide what she likes for herself.
I think this lesson might be harder than the newborn boot camp stage, where you learn selflessness through sleep deprivation and hourly diaper changes.
The lesson of letting go and allowing her to find her little self.
Through her own kind of music.
I did a really dumb thing and I let a guy get under my skin a while ago.
And I realized something.
Guys like certain things about me but then they appear to want to destroy those things once they get close to me.
They are more fickle than children.
They want something, and once they get it, they don't want it any more.
On a similar note, I'm tired of feeling like I'm not good enough because every guy ends up chasing after someone else. What the fuck? Seriously, if anyone knows why the fuck I can't keep a guys interest, please let me know.
And when it's all over there are the end-of-the-road-talks, where you try to be friends and they tell you about the positive things they got out of the relationship, but I've just got a big pile of negatives cause they always wind up making me feel bad about myself little by little the entire "relationship" and degrading me, and by the time it ends I'm in a big puddle of self loathing.
It's so nice to know I built them up but they tore me down.
And this one was different from the ones I've picked before.
The opposite, in fact.
Yet the same things happened. Why?
I think that was the last time I'm ever going to let someone in again.
I really think I've kissed enough frogs.
So you all enjoy the swim in the dating pool.
I personally think someone peed in the water and contaminated all of the men.
Pretend this is frank sinatras version
And I have been having it rough lately.
When things get bad for either of us, we sometimes cheer ourselves up by watching bad music videos from the 80's, on youtube, and we make snarky comments and laugh over the phone...
I'm no scientist, but I suspect that all of the hipsters of the 1980's might have had the biggest impact on the ozone layer, what with all of the aqua net that was used at the time.
But I'm straying from the point.
Pixie joined us in our cheer up party, and seemed bored with the old-school videos.
After a few good laughs, we broke from tradition to entertain the little lady.
We asked what she wanted to listen to.
"That's not her name" she answered, with the kind of enthusiasm kids usually reserve for things like candy and getting to stay up late.
Turns out she really likes the Ting Tings.
I don't have much of any music, here in Minnesota-let alone the Ting Tings.
And to my amazement, she knew some of the words, and sang along.
Janet let her pick one more video. She chose Hannah Montana.
Where did I go wrong?
My little girl has her own musical opinions right now.
Opinions that are different from mine!
Motherhood taught me patience.
Now, I suppose, it's going to have to teach me to stop being such a music snob, because seriously, I am not sure I can get behind the Hannah Montana thing.
And as much as it kills me that she thinks that the Ramones are just as cool as some crappy Disney band, I know that I just have to let her get out there, and decide what she likes for herself.
I think this lesson might be harder than the newborn boot camp stage, where you learn selflessness through sleep deprivation and hourly diaper changes.
The lesson of letting go and allowing her to find her little self.
Through her own kind of music.
I did a really dumb thing and I let a guy get under my skin a while ago.
And I realized something.
Guys like certain things about me but then they appear to want to destroy those things once they get close to me.
They are more fickle than children.
They want something, and once they get it, they don't want it any more.
On a similar note, I'm tired of feeling like I'm not good enough because every guy ends up chasing after someone else. What the fuck? Seriously, if anyone knows why the fuck I can't keep a guys interest, please let me know.
And when it's all over there are the end-of-the-road-talks, where you try to be friends and they tell you about the positive things they got out of the relationship, but I've just got a big pile of negatives cause they always wind up making me feel bad about myself little by little the entire "relationship" and degrading me, and by the time it ends I'm in a big puddle of self loathing.
It's so nice to know I built them up but they tore me down.
And this one was different from the ones I've picked before.
The opposite, in fact.
Yet the same things happened. Why?
I think that was the last time I'm ever going to let someone in again.
I really think I've kissed enough frogs.
So you all enjoy the swim in the dating pool.
I personally think someone peed in the water and contaminated all of the men.
Pretend this is frank sinatras version
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