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Please hold while I have a cry.
I don’t know if I can actually put into words how much the Barenaked Ladies’ music has meant to me over the years. I first started listening to them back around 1998—they instantly became my favorite group EVER. I was going through some emotional shit at the time and they provided me an escape. At a time where every song I heard on the radio only reminded me of how shitty I felt, Barenaked Ladies provided relief in the form of dark humor, self-deprecation and fucking awesome melodies.
I have always associated songs and artists with other people, other times, other meanings. But not the Barenaked Ladies. I kept them for myself, and any time I needed a reality check, a laugh, or hell, just a good song with clever lyrics, the Barenaked Ladies were there for me.
And their concerts fucking rule, even if you’re not a fan. Just ask the people I’ve talked into coming with me. They all loved the shows.
I guess if I were a look-on-the-bright-side kind of gal, I could take comfort in the fact that they’re not completely breaking up—Steven Page is going out on his own and the rest of the gang will continue on. So at least they’re not dropping off the face of the earth.
But I still have a lump in my throat. This is my “rock is dead” moment.
I knew a day like this would come eventually.
But I still feel abandoned.
Your patience as I move from wordpress.com to wordpress.org is appreciated! (Aka I’m hosting this shizz myself now and am still cobbling it together.)
So today I was thinking some more about the whole “I don’t want to read 25 things about my friends because my friends are all boring assholes that suck” reaction that Claire Suddath (and some other people) had to the Facebook meme.
I also thought a little bit about how, when I hear people say stupid shit, I have a tendency to blog about it out of spite. Well, not really spite. More because I feel like if you’re going to say or do something stupid, I’m going to call you out on it. Most of the time.
And then I thought about how I really haven’t been blogging much lately.
Hmm… there has to be some way I can meld those two things together…
Oh, I’ve got it!
I’m going to try to blog
every day at least three times a week—each post being an entry in a new and ongoing 25 Things About Me list. I will try not to repeat things I have said before, too. (“Try” being the operative word here. I’m really not all that interesting.)
So to start things off, why don’t I just toot my own horn a little. Don’t worry, I’m sure there will be plenty of self-deprecation to come:
No. 1: I can be obsessive about sentence structure. Give me some sentences that are super short or don’t flow right or maybe don’t make any damn sense at all and I will try my damnest to magically fix them up into a glorious string of sensical words that are super easy to read. I feel that this is a strength of mine. (Obviously, or I wouldn’t be freaking telling you guys.)
Sometimes I sit down to write and the words just flow like holy water from my brain, through my fingers, onto the keyboard and into a story. But most of the time I jot down a bunch of thoughts as I comb through notes and then go back later to make them make sense.
I realize this admission is inviting you to comb through this blog and find an assload of sentences that have slang, are partially or poorly formed, or don’t really seem to make much sense. But that’s intentional—it’s in accordance with the style in which I write on this here blog. This is where I come to vomit up whatever is on my mind, not worry about how easy it is for people to read.
But professionally? I can form the shit out of a sentence.
I recently came across a Time.com article dissing the recent Facebook 25 Things meme in which people post a note with, you guessed it, 25 random things about themselves.
“But it’s just so stupid,” whines the article’s author, Claire Suddath (I can’t help but wonder if this is the same whiny Claire Suddath who wrote for the Nashville Scene years ago).
What’s stupid, actually, is joining a giant social network like Facebook and then bitching about learning random, pointless pieces of data about your “friends.”
I wonder if Claire holds her real-life friends to the same “Only speak to me when you have something that I am sure to deem interesting” standards.
Personally, I love oversharing. I have a blog, obviously. And a Twitter account. And a Facebook account. And there’s not much I won’t tell you about myself if you just ask. Granted there are personal pieces of information I don’t just offer up online (the interwebs are full of weirdos, after all), but when it comes to the random, weird or mundane, I’m an open book.
This short post by the astute Brittney Gilbert hits the nail on the head.
Though the rewards might be few and far between, there is something to be said for sharing bits and pieces of yourself with the world. And getting glimpses into others’ lives—glimpses that you would never, ever be privy to if you were limited to phone or in-person conversations because there are always certain things that individuals will reveal about themselves only in writing. And if you bother to read between the lines of the mundane, random or weird, you’ll see that even at our most boring we all have shades of intrigue.
It’s a shame Claire Suddath is missing out on that.