Sometimes love don't feel like it should...
A brief conversation I just had, after listening to Wicked on my Ipod. At work.
Me: I can't take it, dude. This musical makes me weep. Weep!
My friend: Better not listen to it at work, then.
Me: I do, in fact, listen to it at work. See, the sadness starts at "Defying Gravity", and then at "Thank Goodness," I start to tear up a little...and by "For Good?" Forget about it. "I'd like to think that I've been changed for the better?" I am a mess. This is a problem: I am so in love with the music, but it's so effing depressing, but it hurts so good.
My friend: I understand.
Me: And then when I'm done, it's like...man, what do I have in my music collection that can follow that? Answer: Nothing.
My friend: So you just listen to it again?
Me: I did the first time I heard it; I listened twice in a row. But I'm afraid of playing it out. Sometimes I switch over to Weezer. Because that's pretty much the other end of the spectrum. I think that's what I'll do today. lalala, I am an emo singer with emo problems and no girlfriend, lalala.
My friend: heh.
"On an island in the sun, we'll be playing and having fun. And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain. Hip, hip." It's pretty much the only way to come out of the spell Wicked puts me under.