For the Love of the Song

So.

Obviously this is named after a The Good Life song.
There's something about Tim Kasher's lyrics that changed my view of music. The poetry, the pain, the honesty.
"Album of the Year" is one of the most true depictions of a relationship I have ever heard. The random meeting, the blissful middle ground, and then the violent break-up. Yet even he agrees that there is something about that person that you cannot fully get rid of.

Even friends you don't speak to anymore have that old familiarity surrounding them. There's something natural about being in the company of people you know well.

You know, there's something amazing about those friends that you can always turn to. You know the friends that even after you've moved away to college, changed cities or even just not seen for a few days, yet they still always know what's on your mind?
Those.

The ones that never question who you are.

The ones that love you for your weird habits and obsessions.

The ones who just get you.

I had an interesting experience earlier this year. College was certainly a weird transition, but the people I encountered were even more bizarre. I assumed that college would finally be the place for me to find mature, well-composed intellectuals, but for me the first two months were spent in drama, tirades, fights and drunkenness.

A group of girls actually sat me down and accused me of not being sad enough.
"What?"
"Well, we just think that with all of the divorces and things that went on at home, you should cry more or something."
"So you're telling me that you want me to be sad? You want me to be unstable?''
"Well, you just don't show much emotion."
"Maybe I'm happy?"

The truth is, whether there's a ton going on in my life or not, I've always found it best to just move on. Yes, there are hard things we all endure, no one has a perfect life, but drowning in self-pity will never get me anywhere.

Does that make me cold?
Maybe.

Regardless, I had my backup girls I could call. They were only 8 hours away, but instantly reached through the phone. Luckily they still got it.

They knew.
They understood I could be warm and loving. Hell, they even call me "Mom."
The best part is, I met one randomly at the pool, two in Newspaper class and one over dinner (we were discussing the beauty of the bearded mountain man across the restaurant from us...it was love at first sight on both counts).

So how did I happen to find these girls so randomly? What if I hadn't taken Newspaper? Would I be out two of my best friends? It seems to be the case.

It's funny how life works.

So this first post will go to them:

"What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you"