Before I had the any kind of fever
I was at Old Navy today (the horror!) and I heard a sappy pop song come on, about how we’re all pretty on the inside, and if I feel like I look good than I probably do, so I should work it, and if I’m ugly, you’re ugly too. As the lyrics progressed, I became increasingly horrified and confused. It raised a few questions for me.
1) Is this really a song? Do they play this on the radio?
2) If I’m ugly, you’re ugly too?
3) Is this supposed to make me, the listener feel better about myself? What affect the lyricist hoping to have?
4) What am I doing at Old Navy?
I got a phone call this morning, out of the blue, and was offered an assistant director position at a non-profit agency I used to volunteer for. I had to turn it down because of the whole, moving to another state thing.
I also got a phone call from my wonderful fiance, singing me a new and improved version of the happy birthday song. Yes, 23 years ago today, I came writhing out of my mother’s womb, all yellow and cranky.