Music triggers memory. You can listen to a certain song and be transported back to a certain place or time, in the company of a certain person or merely re-watching a certain event unfold. Music can also invoke emotions. Mostly however, I find that I use music as an association. There are songs that make me think of certain people, for example. I find that far too many remind me of a certain person however, and sometimes I tend to have to catch myself. It's a powerful thing, music. It's used an awful lot in poetry. Something to do with symbolism and rhythm and suchlike. I was listening to a song by the GooGoo Dolls today and it actually made me stop in my tracks when I realised where it was I'd first heard it. Time flies. Things change...but for me, that song will remind me of a time when things were a little simpler. When one plus one ended up being two most of the time, and when the intentions of people were easier to spot.
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The tips of my fingers are twinging as I type this. I've been practising the guitar again today, despite Will not turning up yesterday. I've not really learned how to play anything specific yet, but at the moment it's just a case of remembering what the strings are (Eventually All Daft Goblins Become Extinct) and doing some exercises to get my hand from A to B when I need to switch chords. Slowly But Surely. (Lence Sed Serce) as the family motto goes.
I've managed to get back into my volunteering work, per tomorrow. I told Sue I'd go into the CPL and help out sort the bookshelves again. She's also asked me to run a collectable book-stall sometime late-August, which I was rather flattered by considered there are three other helpers there who sort out the books. I bought one from there today actually. "The Tenderness of Wolves." by Stef Penney. One I've seen before but never had the money to pick up.
I'm hoping that today, my tooth with stick where it's supposed to be. I visited the dentist for the third time since being at home, and the dentist actually had to take the filling out of my front tooth first. Huzzah for not having any nerves in that one. It was -such- a saga. >.> If this one comes out before it's been a year, I honestly think I'm just going to leave it until my next checkup. I can't be bothered with it any more.
I had an amusing conversation with one of my best friends, Mike, the other day. About the male gender. We both decided that they're far more trouble than they're worth. (Which is ironic, coming from a gay guy). It got me thinking though. Whenever I see myself in the future, I never see a loving husband in the background, or a partner being there. Just me, my family and a few close friends. I guess relationships aren't really my thing, despite it all. The ones I give a chance I end after a short while, and the ones I want, I never really manage to get. Maybe one day I'll be lucky, but I'm not holding my breath. you know, dear reader, I'm not actually as un-touchy feely as I tend to make myself seem to be. I just dislike being part of public shows of affection. They make me twitch. I think leaning against someone on the sofa whilst watching a film is possibly one of the most comfortable things. Casual intimacy. Good when you're close enough to someone to have it.
No. I'm not turning soft.
Oh! And my stonking head cold seems to have gone. Finally. It means I can put the half-used tube of toilet roll back in the airing cupboard. The 'Boots own' Lemsip seemed to do the trick nicely.
