21 April 2014

What has gone wrong in my life?!?!

The other day as I was speeding around town in my Mini Cooper, I did something unthinkable.  Something I almost don't want to admit.  Something that made me question my sanity, my humanity, and made me use language I've never before spoken.

I was in StL for the 2nd leg of my much needed and anticipated Spring Break.  I had left Target after returning a purchase that after leaving the store initially, I hated and would have returned right away had it not been almost closing time and the Customer Service area had been opened.

I forgot I'd paid with cash and was really excited to go spend that returned money on greasy, delicious StL Chinese food.

So excited that while pulling out of the massive, busy parking lot, I did the unthinkable.  Something that after publishing this post, I will never speak of again.  Something that made me wish Papa Pope, of Scandal fame, was with me to give me a speech about just how fed up with me he had become and how he was going to ship me off or lock me up some place so that I could clear my thoughts.

The weather was beautiful - mid 70s, sunny - so I had the sunroofs opened and the windows down.  I've missed radio since I tend to listen to my downloaded music or the crazies around me during my NYC commutes, so I was blaring various stations throughout my stay in Missouri.  Top 40, Hip Hop, R&B, Rock, NPR, whatever suited my ears, I could sing along to, or was interesting.

Something seemed to happen to my ears as I anticipated my Chinese food and enjoyed the weather.

A song came on the radio and I not only listened to it, I sang along with the lyrics. I seemed to actually enjoy it.  I sang along and even started to slightly dance as I drove onto the highway.

When I got to the next exit, I finally snapped out of my seeming trance and realized what a horrible thing I had done.  I turned the radio completely off.  I pulled off at the exit and pulled into the nearest parking space so I could really contemplate what I had done.

As I sat there, off of Bellvue, I started to wonder what had gone wrong in my life.  How could I have seriously just been singing along to a Puffy/Puff Daddy/P. Diddy/Diddy/Sean Combs song?

I'm not going to slam his production or money making abilities, I won't even talk bad about those ridiculous wife-beater shirts he made that people actually bought.  But his ability to rock a mike is more than shitty -- it hurts my ears.  Ordinarily.  Of course, there are songs when he did a collabo with Biggie that I can tolerate, but the song I was jamming to was his ode to Biggie after his death. It is so horrible.  And somehow, I seemed to know much of the lyrics and to momentarily enjoy it.

I sat in that parking space for close to 5 minutes trying to figure out my life. I questioned if the sun from the sunroof may have altered my capacity to distinguish good music from the really shitty.  I wondered if maybe time away from radio and my quest to not complain as much in my life made me unable to discern a valid rapper from a Diddy.

I had no answers, which led me to fall on a term I have never thought or used in my life.  A term, which, given the present circumstances, seemed to suit me well.  Ne'er-do-well.

If I have become a person who cannot only tolerate Puff Daddy, but also sings along with his music, with the windows down for all to hear, and even sing the same freaking song in my head later in the day, I must have become a ne'er-do-well.

I've never used or thought that term in my life, but it popped into my head when I was contemplating where my life has gone wrong that made me want to sing along with Diddy.  I'm pretty sure my actions fall into the category.

I will never speak of my musical slip up again.  And I hope that no one holds it against me because all I will do is deny, deny, deny.

Instead of dwelling on this dark patch of my life, I will strive to move beyond being a ne'er-do-well. I will strive to better my life so that I never fall to such low depths again.

10 comments:

  1. So cute. So you. I can imagine you staring off into space, as you tell this tale

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    1. I did stare off into space wondering if anyone had seen me or heard me, wondering if I could take those moments back, wondering if I will ever be able to appreciate good music again...

      I hope to never speak of this lowlight again.

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  2. You made me chuckle when I read this, as I have been there myself. I will be singing and in a zone, and then I realize what I am singing with..Too funny. It usually happens to me when I have my iPhone on shuffle! I am so glad to see you blogging regularly again! I don't know what happened but my email alerts stopped coming, so I signed up again tonight. Hope you are having a good break. I know my sisters are enjoying the remains of the break too.

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    1. It is amazing how our minds can sing along when we don't even realize it's happening. Break is great! Thanks for coming back through as I try to get back into regular writing!

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  3. This truly made me LOL... because haven't we all had that moment of singing along - loud and shameless- only to come to that "WHAT am I doing??" moment? Here's the desl: I will never mention your Diddy moment again if you never ask me to reveal my song of shame.

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    1. I appreciate this deal... though, now I'm curious. It's always interesting to hear what people sing when they don't realize it or when they think no one is around.

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  4. I think this whole episode has less to do with the music playing, and more to do with your overall bliss at that moment. You'd have been singing along no matter what the song was or if you'd heard it before or if it even had lyrics.

    You're not a ne'er-do-well. You're a once-did-the-unimaginable-when-nobody-was-watching. Which isn't nearly as catchy a title, so feel free to stick with the first one.

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    1. This is so true! I was totally in the moment and enjoying life at that point. This makes me feel better... and I like that title.
      :-)

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