This morning, my iPod played this song for me when I was stretching before gym. My iPod has been playing this for me quite frequently and I think it’s weird considering it’s on ‘shuffle’ and I have about two thousand songs on it. For some reason, it likes this song. For some reason, I like this song. I have a special affinity for songs that reference Jesus and the Bible written by people who don’t profess to be Christians. It’s always interesting to see these figures from a secular point of view. When I got to know the lyrics few years ago I felt like a whole new world were right there in front of me, Alanis’ canadian accent makes it harder for me to undertand the real meaning of what shes’s singing, so reading the lyrics was cosmic.
This song pulls me back in high school when I first saw the movie Dead Poets Society and I had to write an essay on it. First time I saw the movie I hated it, thought the teacher was crazy, than I got the check list my literature teacher gave me and saw the movie looking for the details. Gosh! I felt deeply depressed when the movie ended and it was a milestone on my depression story. Time was passing by and there was nothing I could do to avoid it. I was merely a child, 14, 15 years old, but a nerd, a nerd so affraid of it’s mortality. I wrote the longest and deepest essay ever and got a B-, a friend of mine from a private school literaly copied the same essay to her teacher and got a A+! Who said that the universe is fair?
Last days I’m waisting a lot of time thinking about my life as if I should have a master plan by now. I got to know a lot of people after my break up and eacho of them made me wonder how my life would be if I care more about family, money and the future instead of bursting my energy as if each day was the last. Think I am not being clear. I am not meant to be.
Ok, I have a hematoly book to read. Just a caffee break.
Hope everyone have a great week! And let’s burn the chocolate calories this week, by all means!
No Pressure Over Capuccino
by Alanis Morissette
And you’re like a 90’s Jesus
And you revel in your psychosis
How dare you
And you sample concepts like hors d’euvres
And you eat their questions for dessert
Is it just me or is it hot in here?
And you’re like a 90’s kennedy
And you’re really a million years old
You can’t fool me
They’ll throw opinions like rocks in riots
And they’ll stumble around like hypocrites
Is it just me or is it dark in here?
Well you may never be or have a husband you may never have or hold a child
You will learn to lose everything; we are temporary arrangements.
And you’re like a 90’s Noah
And they laughed at you as you packed all of your things
And they wonder why you’re frustrated
And they wonder why you’re so angry
And is it just me or are you fed up?
And may God bless you in your travels in your conquests and queries.