Wow, an SG exclusive blog post! how exciting. Well, wipe that excitement off your face kids, because if I'm blogging here instead of at Geoffrey Today! it can only mean one thing. Yes, it's the return of emo-me. You have my permission to just leave this page in disgust, honest, I won't blame you one little bit.
So, why is Emo-me back? The other night I was compelled to watch "Across the Universe". It wasn't by choice. We were supposed to watch Goldfinger. Had I known they were going to spring Across the Universe on me I would have let them know I was not yet ready. Here's the thing. Shauna, former fiance and destroyer of soul, is the one who introduced me to the Beatles. I had not been a fan before her. She changed all of that. Shauna was a Beatles fanatic. She converted me entirely, and there isn't a single Beatles song that I do not associate heavily with her.
Of all of the things I lost when Shauna left, my ability to listen to the Beatles is one of the few things I have yet to reclaim. TV shows, activities, places. I've slowly managed to divorce her influence from them and reclaim these things as my own, but not the Beatles. I am entirely incapable of listening to any Beatles song without thinking of her, the circumstances of how she introduced me to that song, what it meant to us personally, and so on and so forth.
For those of you who don't know, Across the Universe is a musical (not unlike Moulin Rouge, but considerably better) that utilizes nothing but Beatles songs. It's a brilliant movie, but I was entirely unready for it. Thankfully the lights were out, and I am in possession of the worlds largest television, so the fact that I spent the whole movie silently crying, shielded behind the pillow I clung to for dear life went unnoticed by my companions. It was the single most painful movie experience of my entire life. An utterly fantastic film that I hope I will someday be able to watch without feeling as if I'm dying.
I'm still not fully recovered from the experience. I've not listened to any Beatles music since Shauna left, so to suddenly be bombarded by it for 2 hours was an exercise it emotional torture. The fact that Shauna and I had been eagerly anticipating the films release before her sudden and unexpected change of heart did not help matters. And now it's Valentine's Day. I have Shauna's Valentine's card from last year still. I don't even need to look at it, I remember it word for word. All of them true at the time I'm sure, but all of them now poison in my heart. Ooh, that sounded super emo, sorry about that.
Anyway, that's it. Just needed to unburden myself of it somewhere, and I'm trying to keep my main blog positive and up beat. Apologies again for this sudden return to emo town. I'll try to keep my visits there few and far between.
So, why is Emo-me back? The other night I was compelled to watch "Across the Universe". It wasn't by choice. We were supposed to watch Goldfinger. Had I known they were going to spring Across the Universe on me I would have let them know I was not yet ready. Here's the thing. Shauna, former fiance and destroyer of soul, is the one who introduced me to the Beatles. I had not been a fan before her. She changed all of that. Shauna was a Beatles fanatic. She converted me entirely, and there isn't a single Beatles song that I do not associate heavily with her.
Of all of the things I lost when Shauna left, my ability to listen to the Beatles is one of the few things I have yet to reclaim. TV shows, activities, places. I've slowly managed to divorce her influence from them and reclaim these things as my own, but not the Beatles. I am entirely incapable of listening to any Beatles song without thinking of her, the circumstances of how she introduced me to that song, what it meant to us personally, and so on and so forth.
For those of you who don't know, Across the Universe is a musical (not unlike Moulin Rouge, but considerably better) that utilizes nothing but Beatles songs. It's a brilliant movie, but I was entirely unready for it. Thankfully the lights were out, and I am in possession of the worlds largest television, so the fact that I spent the whole movie silently crying, shielded behind the pillow I clung to for dear life went unnoticed by my companions. It was the single most painful movie experience of my entire life. An utterly fantastic film that I hope I will someday be able to watch without feeling as if I'm dying.
I'm still not fully recovered from the experience. I've not listened to any Beatles music since Shauna left, so to suddenly be bombarded by it for 2 hours was an exercise it emotional torture. The fact that Shauna and I had been eagerly anticipating the films release before her sudden and unexpected change of heart did not help matters. And now it's Valentine's Day. I have Shauna's Valentine's card from last year still. I don't even need to look at it, I remember it word for word. All of them true at the time I'm sure, but all of them now poison in my heart. Ooh, that sounded super emo, sorry about that.
Anyway, that's it. Just needed to unburden myself of it somewhere, and I'm trying to keep my main blog positive and up beat. Apologies again for this sudden return to emo town. I'll try to keep my visits there few and far between.
sg is where i can be fully slut-tastic, not like boring wordpress. haha
i hate to be such an ass but being free to be completely you, to experience yourself, seems like somewhat of a gift, aside from it being lonely. something amazing will come along soon... i know you don't want to see it and you just want to punch me in the face.... but life is whack like that.