Fast forward to today when I ran
over there at lunch to grab a few things. I stocked up on snacks, grabbed
something for dinner. I was looking for something to eat for lunch when it began--that infamous melancholy piano...
NOTE: It's best if you read the rest of this while listening to the song, like a messed up guided meditation.
NOTE: It's best if you read the rest of this while listening to the song, like a messed up guided meditation.
You're in the middle of Trader Joe's when it begins. Your heart sinks immediately like it
does for everyone when Adele's "Someone Like You" starts playing,
even though it came out like two years ago and has been seriously overplayed.
It doesn't matter that you were in a good mood before you walked in. You are now sad.
"It's okay," you tell
yourself. "I'll muscle through. Just gotta get something for lunch and I'm
outta here."
Hmmm, BBQ chicken salad
or Caeser salad? The chicken looks pretty good. You could use a little more
protein in your diet. Gah! Who cares? Nothing matters. You can't take this song
anymore. Your heart just keeps sinking further and further until it's in your
stomach. You have to get out of here. You grab the closest salad and make a
beeline for the register.
You see a line with one
person in it. Perfect. You'll be out of here in no time. The song seems to be
getting louder and louder as you unload your groceries. Images of all the
people who have ever broken your heart dance in your mind. You suddenly
remember sad things from when you were young, like when you wanted to be
Rainbow Brite on the playground at preschool, but you never got to be Rainbow
Brite because that bossy girl always said she was Rainbow Brite and you're not
sure why all the kids listened to her because no one liked her anyway. You will
never be Rainbow Brite.
NEVER MIND, I'LL FIND
SOMEONE LIKE YOUUUUUUUUU.
It's like Adele is right
there in Trader Joe's, bagging your groceries and reaching into your soul with
her bare hands like you're a carved pumpkin and she's pulling out all the
yuckiness that's buried deep inside of you. The guy in front of you is taking
forever! What is the deal??? Something about his credit card not working. Maybe
you should leave.
Just like those books in
middle school that your teacher wouldn't let you use for book reports because
they weren't "real" books, you must choose your own adventure. If you
want to drop all your groceries and flee the store like a crying lunatic, turn
to page six.
"No," you tell
yourself. "I will get through this." You choose to stay and tough it
out. You've made it this far. It's just a song.
But you can't shake the
sadness. You think about everything sad that's ever happened to you. The boys
who never asked you to the dance. People in your life you've lost. Failed
relationships. Those Pedigree Dog Adoption commercials where David Duchovny
makes you want to adopt every dog on the planet. It's a flood of
depressing thoughts.
NEVER MIND, I'LL FIND
SOMEONE LIKE YOUUUUUUUUU.
It's finally your turn.
The cashier rings you up, but there is something wrong with the card reader. It
doesn't seem to be reading anyone's debit cards. You don't have any cash. She
has to call the manager over.
I WISH NOTHING BUT THE
BEST FOR YOU, TOOOOOO.
You're officially stuck
in Trader Joe's, listening to one of the saddest songs on Earth while
re-thinking all of your life choices. Maybe you should have moved to a different city.
Maybe your major in college was a mistake. Maybe every choice you ever made was
wrong. Maybe you suck at life.
Finally the card goes
through and you're able to take your bags and run, but not before you hear:
DON'T FORGET ME, I BEG
I REMEMBER YOU SAID
"SOMETIMES IT LASTS
IN LOVE,
BUT SOMETIMES IT HURTS
INSTEAD."
SOMETIMES IT LASTS IN
LOVE,
BUT SOMETIMES IT HURTS
INSTEAD.
End of f'd up guided
meditation.
On a lighter, but related note, the SNL sketch about this song is still hilarious (sorry, this was the best version I could find).
And because I believe no one should go to bed sad, I leave you with this pick-me-up. S-S-S-Salt N Pepa's here!
On a lighter, but related note, the SNL sketch about this song is still hilarious (sorry, this was the best version I could find).
And because I believe no one should go to bed sad, I leave you with this pick-me-up. S-S-S-Salt N Pepa's here!
3 comments:
Thank you. This guided meditation was just whst I needed and I didn't even know it.
Oh. My. God. I love you so much. I love your writing, I love your mind.
On a side note, I will never forget circa 4th grade my parents taking us to a high school football homecoming in Ventura. The marching band got on the field and played this song...the drill team did a full routine with flags, wooden rifles, and batons. To my nine year old self it was THE best choice of song ever. It still may be as far as marching bands go.
Honestly I think this is the best blog post in the history of blogging. And I could picture everything so clearly. Classic! Brilliant!
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