Every strength has a dark side - even the ones that seem innocuous. Take empathy for instance. How can empathy bite back? Well, I recently read Velva Jean Learns to Drive, a wonderful book by the way. The heroine is a gifted singer and songwriter. Her husband is not a bad man, but belittles her and tries to keep her from singing. Reading this book, I started to wonder, was I born to sing and write songs? Is Chris stifling me? Then I remembered the one and only song I've ever written:
Summer is Right, Chris is Wrong
Summer is right, Chris is wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
Sing these words repeatedly to any tune, as long as it's over a broad range and with some weird operatic action.
Also, I remembered that my main creative outlet right now is this blog, and he's the one who convinced me to start it.
Gee, I wonder where the need to always be right came from? Judy was wrong once, that one time she thought she was wrong...let's leave this as anonymous. Plausible deniability.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm glad that Chris convinced you to start this wonderful blog. I love it, the clever author, and the Brothers H--and Chris too! Love, Gran
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of the songwriting I've done: "Dooooooooooggggg. You are a doggggggggg. Puppy doooooogggggggg. Doggggggyyy dooooooooooogggggg. Not a snoopy doooooogggggg." and "Little boooooooyyyyyyyy. Baby boooooooyyyyy. He's a poopy booooooyyyyy. Not a puppy boooooooyyyyy." Grammy's in the mail, I've been told.
ReplyDeleteYou blew me out of the water with that one, Sarah.
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