Gosh! It’s already been two months since the eardrum-crackin‘ fireworks, blasted fingers and toes, various bleeding body parts in emergency rooms and other New Year celebratory shenanigans!
Time really passes by so fast when you’re doing a lot of things left and right. I think 2014 is my busiest year so far (if I’m going to base the level of “busy” on the past couple of weeks). But — busy or not — no one can take me away from my #1 source of inspiration. And that is music — good music.
This month’s playlist is a bit cavity-inducing sweet as all get out because it’s the month of love [*choke and gag]. However, the tracks listed down may have a touch of whimsy, but they’re in no way gag-inducing. In fact, they’re a mix of both old and new tracks that are abso-f*ckin-lutely too COOL for school.
I remember, when I was young(er), my mom used to play this cassette tape of The Greatest Hits of America on her boom box almost every day. She’d play the whole thing — side A and B — and move on to the next record. Then, whenever she’s not around, I’d play that America record to three particular songs, hitting the forward and rewind buttons over and over again to my heart’s content.
And so today, while thinking of the right soundtrack to the weekend to feature on Easy Fridays, Ventura Highway immediately came to mind.
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Whenever I hear this song, it just makes me think of long drives with friends, windows open, wind blasting my hair from my face and laughing at some old joke that only we can relate to. It’s a nice image that I miss doing so much. I wonder when we can do that again. It seems like ages since. Hmm. . .
This song makes me a bit nostalgic and at the same time imagine driving to the south in an unknown destination with a couple of close friends with the car windows open whilst exchanging a couple of light conversations.
Nope. I’m not [really] going to talk about my old shirts nor am I selling them because, frankly, they’re as good as rags. However, I still keep them. Viewing it from another’s perspective, I guess those shirts represent something metaphoric. I’ll tell you what . . .
It just came to me while sorting out my laundry why I’m always washing one of my ratty old shirts — the one that looked like it got caught in a mine field with multiple holes in it (and I never bother to sew them close or mend them), almost threadbare with the faded logo of something in front (that I couldn’t remember what) from frequent washing. I just realized that for more than 15 years, I’ve been wearing and washing the darn thing at least once a week and it looked so pitiful yet I can’t seem to let go of it.
It’s because despite its depressing condition, it’s comfortably soft from wear and it makes me sleep better at night.
In a way, that ratty old shirt represents my comfort zone. I’ve had it for so long that I don’t even know if I’ll have the balls to throw it away anytime soon — not for sentimental reasons though.
That thought ushered the question: Why is it so difficult to let go of something comfortable . . . something familiar . . . of something old and not as functional as when I first had it?Continue reading Ratty Old Shirts→
An expression of thoughts about life in all its mundane glory by Rose Min. Blogging since 2012.