Songs without meaning

Sometimes I see me in words of a song.

Sometimes I have no idea what the lyrics even mean.

I don’t always have to empathize with a composer or even understand his message to appreciate his song.

Sometimes I just get lost in the melody and sing along.

Music is a lot like life in that respect.

Sometimes it makes sense.

Sometimes it doesn’t.

Either way I find joy in singing along.

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Defining Songs. Defining Moments.

When we first started dating, my husband and I used to take road trips all of the time. It didn’t matter whether we were driving 10 miles or 100, having the perfect driving music was crucial to the trip.

Before we would hit the road, he used to ask me to pick out CDs for the drive. Looking back, I think that that this was his way of getting to know me. You can really learn a lot about people by their taste in music. I enjoy such a wide range of music genres, I probably came across as bipolar very easygoing.

In any event, I loved being in charge of the musical selection. But, most of all, I loved that the background music was as important to him as it was to me.

Supertramp Classics Volume 9 was playing on our very first road trip – at the very moment when I realized that I had found the one.

To this day, I can listen to that album and fall in love with him all over again – even if I return home to a stack of dirty dishes in the sink, piled next to a clean un-emptied dishwasher.

A few months later, we were in the car heading back from sitting at a lodge and drinking hot chocolate a ski trip. As he was driving, he turned to me and asked, “what would you say is the one song that defines you?”

This remains the single greatest question I had ever been asked.

And 15 years later I still think about it.

So many moments memorialized by music and so many songs defining who we are.

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Ah, the Narcissist

Ah, the narcissist – a pompous yet farcical creature.

Dealing with a narcissist is like dealing with white flour. They think they are integral to the recipe but they are really just a needless toxin, always trying to incriminate some other food group.

“Sliced bread is the greatest thing since, well since, sliced bread. We’re good and healthy. It’s those fats that are bad!” – Pillsbury Doughboy

Narcissists often confuse arrogance with perseverance, and they mistake fantasy for reality.

But, they eventually fall victim to their own delusions – choosing to watch themselves unravel rather than take responsibility for their own actions.

The scary part is that they don’t care because they will always find someone to blame for their demise.

Do yourself a favor and stay away from narcissists. And white flour.

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Who Cares What is Said So Long as it’s the Truth

With age comes confidence. And with confidence comes not giving a shit what others think.

The older you get, the less you even care what others say about you.

Let ’em judge.

Let ’em talk.

Let ’em criticize.

Even let ’em laugh.

So long as they speak the truth.

Just never let them lie.

Because the only time their words really matter is when they form a lie.

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Truth Allergies

In recent years, there has been a great deal of discussion about the alarming rise in food allergies.

However, no one is really talking about the dramatic increase in non-food related allergies.

And by non-food related allergies, I am referring to truth allergies.

Yes, with each passing day, more and more people are simply becoming allergic to the truth.

They can be spotted running their mouths off, making statement after statement that have no basis in reality.

To them, truth is based on self-justification, not facts.

Unfortunately, there is presently no EpiPen for truth allergies.

I sure hope that scientists can come up with some kind of an antidote or vaccine before truth allergies reach epidemic proportions.

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“Sooner or later we have all to pay for what we do.” – Oscar Wilde


But, we also eventually get paid for the good that we have done.

Each has the power to choose between becoming a debtor or creditor.

That’s how that karma shit works.

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Wheels Down

I’m really not a big fan of business traveling.

Don’t get me wrong, I love working. I just can’t stand the nuisances of traveling. I really don’t like being away from my family. I despise being crammed onto crowded airplanes with people who always seem to find a way to sneeze on me. I miss my daily routine and my morning beetroot shakes. I fret about having to rely on public restrooms. And, I resent not having the time to work out – actually, that part I secretly like.

But, I really do love learning. And, I especially value the knowledge attained only through the experience of traveling. Despite being uneasy about the travel process, I always relish the journey. On every return flight, I find myself thinking about how much I’ve grown – no matter how short the trip.

Each time the wheels touch the ground, I realize I am returning home a little bit wiser.

The fact is, those who stay – remain. Those who go – become.

So I go.

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Know Your Customer

Selling entails knowing your customer. But, marketing is all about locating them.

It became clear to me today that Twitter doesn’t know me at all.

It tried to sell me Heinz Mayonnaise.

Yes, Mayonnaise.

Not only is mayonnaise the most disgusting food on the planet, it is kryptonite for most humans.

If you don’t believe me, take an empty jar of mayo, fill it with vanilla pudding and eat it in a public place.

Do you know what people do upon watching others spoon feed themselves vanilla pudding from a mayo jar?


Because mayo is that vile.

I really don’t know what’s worse – having my privacy invaded or having to look at a jar of Heinz Mayo in my news feed.

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Some Have a Way with Words. Some Don’t.

I had intended to draft today’s post while on a plane ride across the country.

Instead, I ended up watching a movie about Winston Churchill.

And then another one about Tonya Harding.

I learned from Churchill that “Success is not final. Failure is not fatal. It is the courage to continue that counts.”

Spoken like a true Stoic.

Harding overcame some obstacles of her own. After completing a triple axel, she stated, “And all those people who said I couldn’t make it, well fu%k you! I did!”

Ya know, Rodney Dangerfield once completed a perfect Triple Lindy. But he never cursed anyone out.

I guess some people have a way with words. And some people just don’t.

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