Billy Joel’s album The Stranger is one of my all time favorite records. It came out when I was a junior in high school and my friends and I listened to it constantly. We loved all the songs on the album. At the time, the title song didn’t have as much of an impact on me as it did later. In 1977, we loved singing along to “Movin’ Out” and “Only the Good Die Young.”
But over the years, “The Stranger” resonated more and more. How true it is that we have a face we hide from the world, and then we’re shocked when the person we love turns out to be a stranger as well. We can never really fully know another person. And maybe not even ourselves…
The Stranger by Billy Joel, 1977
Well, we all have a face
That we hide away forever
And we take them out
And show ourselves when everyone has gone
Some are satin, some are steel
Some are silk and some are leather
They’re the faces of a stranger
But we’d love to try them on
Well, we all fall in love
But we disregard the danger
Though we share so many secrets
There are some we never tell
Why were you so surprised
That you never saw the stranger
Did you ever let your lover
See the stranger in yourself […]
I have a small and compact life, the opposite of “living large” as I believe the term is used. The pieces of my puzzle are few, but they are very precious to me. (Not saying that people who have more pieces to their life puzzles consider any of those pieces any less precious.)
I’ve been thinking about this recently in the context of dating, and why that didn’t work out for me. I’ve said that lots of men are too picky, which is true, at least (imo) about superficial requirements, like needing a ski buddy. Dude, you’re 60… how often do you actually ski? Anyway, besides the fact that I met a ridic number of mentally ill men (but some were not), the fact is that I’m not so willing to compromise on my puzzle pieces either. They’re much too precious to me. Forex, I would never give up my kitty, nor would I agree to shut him out of the bedroom. He’s annoying, but he’s family.
Just this last week I visited my daughter for a week ~ I had a bunch of unused vacay days I was happy to spend on family. I wouldn’t want to “waste” those on a guy. I deliberately keep days unused so I can have them for my (adult) kids, if I want. This makes me happy. It also makes me happy to randomly take a day off for myself and do absolutely nothing without having to explain that to anyone. Nope, don’t wanna see anyone. Doing nothing! Yayyy!
I know it sounds like I’m only temporarily happy because I haven’t yet met Mr. Right, and that could be true, but I am 57, so I’ll take the transitory joy for as long as it’s available. It’s also great to have my own friends and not have to “share” them with a boyfriend. You know what I mean. He’d clomp along with me to see my friends, and I wouldn’t necessarily even want him there but would have to pretend to, and then I’d have to reciprocate by seeing his friends. Ughhh.
I know I’m thinking about this all wrong. I used to fantasize about how much fun it would be to meet someone… but now it just seems like it would take away from all my precious loves. Not that it matters cuz I don’t meet new men these days, but this is stream of consciousness Saturday. 😀
Posted in Dreams, Fantasy, Noodling, Relationships
Tagged aminals, dating, family, navel glazing, peeps, peevery, psychology, SOCS, working
I always say I like the routine of the workweek. I enjoy getting up early with a sense of purpose, knowing I can’t laze around too long because I have to get dressed and go to the office soon. I wouldn’t want to work at home in sweatpants, since I like having a reason to dress nicely and, most importantly, have a collection of shooze in various colors and styles. Not to mention boots! If I worked at home, I’d never wear adorable corduroy skirts with cute sweaters and boots. The horror.
Plus the workweek makes the weekends so much sweeter. You schedule fun plans (or no plans!) and look forward to seeing friends, going to cool events, watching movies, or just blissing out in peace when Saturday morning rolls around.
That said, for over a week last week I hibernated with my daughter up in NorCal and really really enjoyed it. I drove her car to the store twice, and we took short walks around the neighborhood. But other than that, and letting her doggie outside in the back, I stayed in, wore sweats, and pretty much did nothing but read books, blog, color, eat various carbs, snack on candy, etc. I also kept checking the online news too frequently, blech!
Point is, I quickly forgot how much I allegedly love the routine of getting out of the house and going to work in a cute outfit, and I immediately adapted to shlumping around like a retired brown bear. Didn’t realize how adaptable I am. What a nice trait to discover so late in life. (Pats self on back.) (Ow.)
But today I’m back to normal.
Posted in Fun, Movies, Noodling, Whatever
Tagged aging, aminals, candy, driving, exercise, family, fashion, FOWC, misc noms, navel glazing, peeps, psychology, travel, working
Everyone hates traffic, but I would venture to say that most people get upset with jams on the road because they haven’t given themselves enough time to get to their destination. Then they’re cranky and upset because they’re late. I always leave extra time because I know there is likely to be a nasty clog at some point, and the longer the trip the higher the odds. So, time isn’t my issue.
People are. The cranky, upset people who behave unpredictably terrify me. They’ll abruptly change lanes unsafely for no reason. They’ll start honking because they’re angry and must express it, even though that accomplishes nothing. If I need to change lanes to exit, I try to be polite, but occasionally am forced to be slightly aggressive, due to these idiots guarding “their” space like a lion stalking a gazelle, and I hate that. It makes my head pound. So stressful.
Tirade aside, I’ve been thinking about where I would live if I could do whatever I wanted, and surprisingly it wouldn’t be out in the sticks away from traffic and crowds. I don’t like feeling isolated from civilization and culture. What I did enjoy was living in Chicago and not owning a car. I was free from driving stresses and car expenses. I used their great public transportation system whenever I needed to, along with the occasional taxicab. I went wherever I pleased without one iota of concern re traffic and parking. That was fabulous!
That’s my ideal: another city with great art, restaurants, museums, etc. AND a reliable public transportation system, but also affordable and not ridonkulously cold or beastly hot. That rules out every major city, unfortunately. 😂
Posted in Fantasy, Noodling
Tagged anger, driving, FOWC, navel glazing, peeps, peevery, philosophy, psychology, rants, retro
Two perfect words popped up as prompts today: activity and energy. This is a great follow-up to my migraine poast because many days are a balancing act between wanting to participate in more activities and lacking the energy because of dealing with a chronic disease. Managing migraine is a serious job.
Today is a good example. I woke with a bad migraine and had to take Rx meds in order to go to work (Excedrin was not gonna cut it). They helped, but by the time I got home I was exhausted. I have no “spoons” left for anything social, and right now I am trying to summon up some scraps of energy to do a bit of exercise. This is pretty ordinary for me and I’m sure other chronic pain people can relate.
Check out Amanda Workman’s article about how migraines affect our social life. She really nails it.
Btw, it was amusing trying to find a scales or balance photo in the WordPress free media library. Scales produced snakes, and balance gave me yoga. So, I had to steal from Google. Whaddaya gonna do?
On a dark dessert highway,
Cool wind in my hair,
Searched the cars for eclairs.
Up ahead in the distance,
Someone was cooking with spice.
My mouth watered and my eyes grew big;
I had found my snack for tonight.
There she stood in the doorway…
I heard the oven bell.
She said how about some noodles?
I spied a hidden chocolate pie shell.
Then she lit up a candle
And said Happy Birthday!
The robots danced in the courtyard,
All in honor of PJ!
(Bet ya didn’t see that coming.)