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Suggestion:  Tell your Facebook friends to give you songs.  Put a special playlist together, and every time something Very Odd Happens, like an overtly redneck cover of “Gin and Juice” phasing into some Clutch followed by a very sweet cover of Sweet Child o’ Mine, think about how amazing the people you choose to be influenced by are.

At first, I nearly posted the request as “Give me a song that makes you think of me” or even “reminds you of me,” but I was a bit scared of some of the potential answers.  I probably shouldn’t have been, but it would’ve only taken one “Little Miss Can’t Be Wrong” to turn it into an un-fun game, and after all- I did this for my own enjoyment, didn’t I?  The fun part is getting to assume that maybe some of those songs DO have special hidden meanings, but selectively, and in such a way that if you don’t like where the thought is going, you can abandon it and call that one “just another song”.  I wonder if that old college classmate actually remembers that time that we shared a Tiki Bowl at Yesterdays’ and danced to that song he suggested… or was it just a suggestion?  Doesn’t matter.  It’s a memory to me, and I enjoyed the warm fuzzy.  I know Charles’s song for me, at least one of them, is special- because, you know, “Milkshake” is our song.  God, I don’t like that song for the song that it is… but I like that it reminds me of one of my most fabulous friends, so I keep it, and it still makes me smile when I hear it.  How did Minion #3 know that I really, really like the song “Electric Worry”?  I know we’ve never had that conversation, so it must mean that we’re kindred spirits, right?  Of course it does… but I already knew that.  And that one song that I absolutely know without a doubt means something pointed to the person who gave it to me?  Well… that was pretty awesome, too, because it’s nice to be able to transcend past what you were with somebody but still be able to own the reality of what was and have it not get in the way of what is.  Or hey- maybe I’m wrong.  Maybe it is just a song, but I know what it is to me.

The game works the other way, too.  I’m going to assume that Jimmie just likes songs about penes, and that he doesn’t think about penes when he thinks about me.  I don’t need any confirmation of that train of thought, either, so if you know otherwise- we’re good.  I don’t really have to know.  And there’s one or two there that if I squinted at them just right, might freak me out because dude, that COULD mean something… but I don’t have to go there if I don’t want to.  Like with so few things in life, this time I get to take the happy and leave the questionable and enjoy the music and not think about the heavy stuff unless I want to.  It feels good.

And yes- I’m working on OS’s quote challenge for the week… but it’s haaaard.  Good hard, but hard all the same, which I hope is a bit of an ego-hug for her.  It’ll be done by Friday… I hope.

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