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I wonder where Lisa Loeb is now? Is she married with a family? Becoming domesticated with her family life. Or is she playing small gigs at coffee shop type places or small bars while people are holding the locally brewed dark ale in one hand, pocket in jeans, and swaying side to side to the tune of “So” while reminiscing of their adolescents? I layed in bed last night and an old melodramatic song of hers kept repeating in my head. Oh how i related so much to Lisa Loeb in high school. Everything was so dreadfully painful in my youth. All problems were life and death and heartbreaking. I work with high schoolers everyday. I am beyond empathetic to their dramas or day-to-day. How a boy breaks their hearts or they can’t get a date to winter formal. At the same time I see how easy they have it. Good wholesome kids whose parents give them everything they can. They haven’t had to make life changing decisions, their parents make them for them. I have trouble saying no to those I love, somewhat to my detriment. I’m not sure when it happened. But Lisa Loeb’s lyrics don’t speak the way they used to.
and you say i only hear what i want to:
i don’t listen hard,
i don’t pay attention to the distance that you’re running
or to anyone, anywhere,
i don’t understand if you really care,
i’m only hearing negative: no, no, no.
Does that not scream teenager??? However, to this day the most negative comes from me from what i tell myself. So, many life changes we are going through now, leading to so many emotions. Emotions I basically suck at expressing. I am broken - in the injured sense and somewhat dramatic – we have to put things off on our baby plans until I get through my knee surgery and my back allows me to continue day-to-day without excruciating pain. Through this Brooke has talked about going back to school. While we also struggle paying for our insemination.
Oh how I long for the days when this was simpler a could brood over a song that made sense and made me feel I wasn’t along in the world.
you say i only hear what i want to.
you say i talk so all the time so.
and i thought what i felt was simple,
and i thought that i don’t belong,
I really wish it was as simple as an english test…..
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