Music is a powerful thing. It excites, calms, energizes, and acts as a fortune teller?
Recently, my inner soundtrack has been trying to tell me things. Not creepy, emotional vampire earworm kind of things, but more like a secret codes to my inner psyche. On days I’m feeling confident and optimistic I might get Katy Perry’s “Roar” or Colbie Callat’s “Try.”
On days where things aren’t going so, hot I might get P!nk’s “True Love” where it talks about how much she wants to throttle her significant other.
So, there are these parties I don’t want to be at
These last two months have ushered me through a whole lot of experiences that I wouldn’t personally choose. Nothing bad, but not my thing. I’m not super social by nature, as navigating the whole social thing tends to be exhausting. This is the text book definition of being an introvert, by the way. We don’t mind being in public or with people, but we find it tiring and need time to rest and recover before doing it again.
This was the song that played endlessly in my head for six weeks:
I’m at a party I don’t wanna be at
And I don’t ever wear a suit and tie
Wonderin’ if I could sneak out the back
Nobody’s even lookin’ me in my eyes
Then you take my hand
Finish my drink, say, “Shall we dance?” Hell, yeah
You know I love you, did I ever tell you?
You make it better like that
Don’t think I fit in at this party“I Don’t Care” by Ed Sheeran and Justin Bieber
Everyone’s got so much to say, yeah
I always feel like I’m nobody, mm
Who wants to fit in anyway?
The first time I stopped to think about why this song might be stuck in my head I didn’t get past the first phrase. “I’m at a party I don’t want to be at.” Most of these social events were formal parties, with dresses and shirt and tie. Unlike any other party, layered on top of being required to socialize with people you don’t really know yet, there’s that added awkwardness of wearing clothes that aren’t terribly comfortable, heels, and makeup. Ick.
So yeah. It was a party I didn’t want to be at.
But, there’s hope!
But then I read down further into the song and saw that there’s this cute moment where the person who doesn’t want to be at the party finally hooks up with their girlfriend and they dance and have a good time.
My dearest hubby makes these events worth going to. Even when he’s super busy with whatever responsibility he’s been shackled with, he makes a point to be sure I’m having a good time. [Thank you sweetie, you’re the best.]
The other song I’ve had stuck in my head is “Sweet, but Psycho.” Fellow authors will understand. Sometimes the stuff that goes through our heads for a story are a little out there.
What was the last song you had stuck in your head? What do you think it says about you?
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I’ve just recently been introduced to Ed Sheeran. He’s a poet and writes beautiful music. How often do we find ourselves at parties where we don’t fit in. I guess that’s pretty universal. Good thoughts.
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Ed Sheeran is really amazing. He even cameoed in Game of Thrones for a few minutes. Thanks for stopping by!
I have the same “song in the head” problem and there is no warning (if you will) as to when it’s going to start–or end. In our church choir practices recently, we have been working on Faure’s Requiem (a beautiful classic musical prayer) in preparation for Lenten services. The other morning I was cleaning the cat box and became aware of “Exaudi, exaudi, orationem meam” (Trans: Hear us o Lord, hear us, hear thy servant’s prayer”). Not exactly the most appropriate moment to be “singing” something so sacred. But it was there. My story gave a good laugh to our choir members when I related it, though.
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That’s so funny! I’ve done something similar with “Batti, batti, o bel Masetto” from Don Giovanni – although that one is certainly not sacred…