i. jack and diane john mellencamp/ ii. brown eyed girl van morrison/ iii. cecilia simon & garfunkel/ iv. my girl the temptations/ v. jackson johnny cash, june carter cash/ vi. we’re going to be friends the white stripes/ vii. a teenager in love dion & the belmonts/ viii. jessie’s girl rick springfield/ ix. sweet caroline neil diamond/ x. can’t take my eyes off you frankie valli/ xi. rich girl daryl hall & john oates/ xii. cowboy take me away dixie chicks/ xiii. home edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros/ xiv. 5 years time noah and the whale/ xv. diamonds on the soles of her shoes paul simon/ xvi. son of a preacher man dusty springfield/ xvii. you make my dreams daryl hall & john oates/ xviii. come on eileen dexys midnight runners/ xix. only the good die young billy joel/ xx. stuck in the middle with you stealers wheel/ xxi. build me up buttercup the foundations/ xxii. signed, sealed, delivered (i’m yours) stevie wonder/ xxiii. all i want is you barry louis polisar
There’s a special kind of bitterness and exhaustion that comes with being a woman who has done a ton of emotional labor in the past. For better or worse; I grew up on the internet. And as such I formed many kinds of relationships there and in real life. Some terrible but most are in the pleasant to amazing range. I’ve tangled with enough men that I just…don’t care to anymore. I’ve been the feelings receptacle, the stand in girlfriend, the therapist, the manic pixie projection, the leave my wife for someone half their age chick, the runner up etc. They’ve been scummy, slimy and abusive. I’ve learned my lessons in shitty ways. What I can tell you is I am just over having to justify my feelings to dudes. I’m no longer interested in holding their hand and helping them along to understand my view. I’m not gonna make a PowerPoint and bulleted list with why I should be seen as valid and autonomous. I make like one honest attempt but if they’re being thick or just “not seeing” my take, I’m out. It’s my right to cash out and move on. If they can handle with why I’m abrasive and acidic that’s fine! I do have friends that are understanding of this and don’t fault me for it. But I’m not gonna be trampled anymore. I’m establishing hard and firm boundaries and uhmmm if that isn’t to your liking well it is free to unfollow me.
in the past two years, I have considered quitting this sport countless times. it has left me on the floor crying, praying, hurting, questioning. but i kept getting up. i kept trusting. and i am so glad i did.