Backtracking...

I think this is a good place to pick up. The eighth installment from my Word Document Book.


October 2009..ish

I think that’s just about the prettiest lyric I’ve heard all day. “I fell in love when you were brushing your teeth over my kitchen sink.” God, I wish I could write lyrics like that. I could make a fortune! (Well, then again this band isn’t really making a fortune. They’re pretty local and just barely making it… Maybe I wouldn’t make a fortune. But it sure would be gratifying.) Or maybe I just want to feel like that someday…

Falling in love. Hmm. What exactly does it take to “fall in love”? Does someone have to push you over a cliff? I’m sure that for some people it must feel exactly like that. Let’s examine this cliché turn of phrase, shall we? To “fall in love.” In the first place, if we are to take the “falling in” part literally, love must be something that can hold or contain you, obviously. Or at the very least, it must be able to absorb you…

Ok that word just looks WRONG. Spelled wrong, I mean. You know the feeling. You write or type something. You pause and stare at the screen for approximately 6 seconds, your mouse hungrily hovering over the word in question. And then it hits you. This word is 100% grammatically/spelling-ly correct, but for whatever reason it just looks wrong. You get very frustrated with this word and begin talking to it. “Why do you look so wrong?” “Who decided you get spelled THAT way?”

… I digress. Ahem. **jumps back on the thought train** Falling in love. Point 2: It also must not be something you’re bumping against or colliding with. Otherwise you’d say “I’ve fallen on love.” Like you were dropped out of the skyscraper window and by some lucky chance landed in a barrel of donuts. Or, “I was walking down the street, texting on my SuperBananaTechno O-Phone and I looked up too late and tripped on a manhole cover and collided with a featherbed mattress.” No. Not like that. Hence, you fall IN love. Sooo… what does love feel like then? Cushion-y? Sharp? Like kissing baby bunny rabbits? I dunno. The world DEMANDS answers! :P
Point 3: Does love have any control of who falls or how? Does it wrap itself around your ankles and pull you in, like an Atlantic wave? Does it like sneaking up behind you, breathing on your neck, suffocating you like a ski-masked thief? Point 4: …Is it ever going to sneak up on me?