I see a lot of people start blogs. I also see those blogs more or less abandoned within a few posts. (I can only guess–maybe it’s just a long hiatus.) And I don’t blame any of them, really. I think keeping one of these updated is pretty challenging. You’d think that things that happen in everyday life serve as good posting topics, if nothing else, but I’m finding that things become part of a routine faster than you can type sketch them in words.
Which still doesn’t really excuse a two-posts-a-month schedule when the author is pretending to keep a semblance of a living blog. All of my writing time’s been going into essays and that little project I mentioned a while back, but I miss writing doodly posts like the ones I had over summer. If you want it badly enough, you’ll get it. Or so they say. Or maybe I have the quote wrong. But my point is that I’m really wanting to write normal posts, so I’ll be somehow creating time to do that in the coming days.
If you’re curious about my exciting college life, it’s been a less-than-stellar week for me: filled with ugly weather, a brutal midterm, a ticket for a red light that I’m pretty positive that I didn’t run two weeks ago, and a 41-0 blowout on the football game against Stanford. I live pretty positively, but I can’t defend this week from its failure to be awesome. I don’t mind too much, though, because cool things do happen during bad weeks. Which is why I got to meet some of my favorite people in the world yesterday, and this dropped today, among other things.
I promise the next post will be more substantial than this. I do believe that I’ve run the course of how long I can take this one without rambling more. On Halloween night, for goodness’ sake.
They say people write poetry
To evoke meaning expressively
But you and I know that often,
It’s just BS put more elaborately
So I deny myself when I
Take these verses and design,
For someone more than worthy,
A set of rhymes in lines
For someone that I once compared to Anastasia
And with certain ties to Southeast Asia
Someone I appreciate even more when I
Remember how special they are, break out of my amnesia
You developed such a taste in culture and art
You care for the world with a generous heart
You never neglect on improving yourself
Where it counts you have tact, poise, the smarts
This all describes that someone, yes, you
So why am I writing stuff that you already knew?
Because I think that you sometimes forget
Just how amazing you are, through and through
You, I can’t even describe in diction
And this is fact not fiction
Not quite for the first time in years,
But it’s still a true depiction
I know you won’t let life tell you otherwise
Make you feel inadequate with lies
But in case it ever does,
Well, life’s in for a surprise
So clearly I had a lucky break
Friendships, circumstance does not make
The most reassuring things to have in life:
An extraordinary friend to count on,
And a bakery with the essence of soul.
(This is a slightly pitch-adjusted version. The original is unembeddable, but if it bothers you, it’s at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98WtmW-lfeE.)
The reason that I like Katy Perry’s “Teenage Dream” is not because I identify with it. And I’m not going to pretend that that’s why. I am not female, nor have experienced love like Ms. Perry sings it, nor (at this point in life) share the thoughts that she expresses. But recently, the song has still managed to draw me in with intensity that few others have had during my several years of listening to anything and everything as a budding music critic. Other than the fact that it sounds great, it’s also because at the most abstract level, the song embodies an idea that I always cherished above almost anything else. The narrator’s dream may have been fulfilled by her significant other; but at another level, it’s freedom that drives that teenage dream.
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I
We’ll be young forever
She knows she’s free, and she’s proud of it. The song is alive with Ms. Perry’s raw, jubilant shouts, an energetic soundtrack, and confident abandon. The freedom that she sings of is a kind that not everyone achieves in their lifetime–I don’t know if the artist herself has even achieved it. With it, you’re bold enough to be able to just drop everything and go. You have the peace of mind to know that your choices will be right. And you know without a doubt that you’ll be happy no matter what happens; maybe because of a person in your life, or maybe because of something else that you’ve found along the way.
I’m not like that. Neither are most people. I could probably count on one hand who live life as if they have achieved this. “Teenage Dream” is a reminder of what could still be: neither of the song’s characters experienced their teenage dream when they were actually teenagers, but better late than never. Listening to a song that, with every fiber of its being, testifies to the euphoria of pure freedom is a huge gulp of fresh air.
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance
And don’t ever look back
Don’t ever look back