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Blaugust 28: However Far Away…


I’ve decided it’s time for a Song of the Day post now. Because I feel like it.

Today’s song is “Lovesong” by The Cure, which I heard today and kept thinking about all afternoon.

I was going to include the music video, but I’m not sure how I feel about it… it sort of changed the whole tone of the song when I watched it because it’s really weird. Has anyone else felt that? Anyway. Watch the music video on youtube or put the song on to listen as you please. It’s ALL up to you, dear.

(There’s also a live version by Adele I just found that was pretty good, but very different from The Cure’s original. Yes, sometimes I listen to Adele. Move on please.)

 

Lyrics (from Google Play)

Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again

Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again

However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you

Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again

However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you

 

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Monday Madness: Hey, Jealousy


Ah, my least favorite morning–that is, tied with any other morning I have to wake up early to an alarm in order to do something I don’t particularly care to do…

There have been many moments lately when I have felt extremely jealous of people who seem to have lives closer to the life I want. These people I’m sure don’t have all the things I want and they probably have certain things I don’t care for, but there is without question something there that I desire for myself.

I already know that being jealous of another person is, for lack of a better word, kind of stupid. Or pointless. Or, rather, just a mistake.

That’s because it’s a conclusion based on incomplete information. When I look at someone who has  that thing, and I feel jealous, I don’t know what aspects of their life exist that are unwanted. You can’t separate the different pieces of life and only take the good ones. By definition, that is not how life works.

Or, coming at it from a different angle, if you’re feeling jealous of someone who is very successful in life, when they worked very hard to get where they are, you’re only wishing for the end result. Chances are if you put in the hard work you would definitely get somewhere.

Maybe you’re jealous of someone who was born into money. Their life seems easy. But maybe they are severely depressed and hate their life. Maybe they have trouble with relationships. Maybe they find having money stressful and would rather have had less of it.

You know those movies about people who overcome incredible odds to succeed? They can’t really capture how difficult it was.

And in the end, wishing for someone else’s life makes no sense because you can only have yours. Stop wasting time and make your own life better.

Monday Madness


It’s that time again. That Monday time. And it’s MADNESS.

I’m going to be totally honest. I had some idea yesterday about what I might post, and I was going to write it while I drank my coffee at 7 in the morning. Then I laid back down after showering and didn’t get up again until 8. I didn’t have time to make coffee or turn on my computer at all. And I have no idea what I was going to say.

Sometimes things don’t go as expected or hoped. Rather often, in fact. It might be smarter, therefore, to stop having expectations or hopes at all. But that’s a lot harder than it seems like it would be. I guess the best thing to do is to not let disappointment get to you too much. It is essentially inevitable to avoid disappointment completely. It’s perfectly reasonable to just get as much as you can out of the situation and then move on.

 

Does that make sense to anyone, or am I just trying too hard to be logical–and failing?

 

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