This morning I realize I’m in the eye of my cold.
What the hell does that mean?
I’m not even sure.
It sounded good in my head, and, because I have no filter I will stand by this ambiguous observation.
I’m slightly disappointed to see my rounds of Jackass Bingo have been suspended, as the crisp, seasonal air has replaced the warm winds of yesterday.
As I saunter towards my big green chariot (as a recap, think Danny Zucco meets Baby from Dirty Dancing) I noticed Steve has made a triumphant return from his tropical getaway.
He goes on and talks about his super fun trip, and I match his enthusiasm with “I was at work all last week!”
I realize I sound defeated, or like some overacting reject from one of those Disney channel shows I pretend not to enjoy.
As I climb up to my perch, I realize I have a song in my head.
It’s likely to get stuck in your head too.
And I can thank this guy:
Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley.
Here’s a refresher for you:
Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Oh how I miss music of the 80’s.
The lyrics were complex and profound.
They were poignant.
They had soul.
If you enjoy 80’s music videos as much as I do, you need to watch this video on You Tube.
It has all the makings of an 80’s classic, including the male vocalist shuffle.
If you’re not sure what that looks like, please ask and I will gladly do a demonstration.
Or look up music videos with Peter Cetera.
Speaking of giving up, yesterday was Ash Wednesday and the first day of lent.
Lent is a religious observance whereby the God fearing folk in the world give up something they enjoy for 40 days as a sacrifice.
Some give up candy.
Some give up wine.
Some give up chocolate.
Some even give up work.
I did that two years ago.
As a Catholic who should go to church more often than I do, I enjoy the observance of lent.
I give up junk food.
Having a social life.
That last part is not true, however, I have to be mindful of what I can eat at restaurants.
For me, lent is a way of having a cleanse that coincides with Spring, the season of renewal.
Trust me, when you enjoy food and drink as much as I do (there’s no real difference than myself and my gluttonous Roman ancestry) you really can afford these days of cleanse.
I just want to throw this out there;
If you give up something for lent and still continue to be a horrible human being, than you’re still going to hell and should probably enjoy time with your vices on this planet.
Regardless of your behaviour, Rick Astley would never turn his back on you.
Never has he ever told a lie.
Made you cry.
I mull this over.
Such an unwavering loyalty.
There’s a man that knows what he wants!
There appears to be a translucent line between passion and obsession.
The line blurs depending on the willingness of the receiver.
I’ll admit to having passionately obsessive tendencies.
I’m the loyal person who doesn’t give up on lost projects.
Horrible sports teams.
Seemingly unsolvable problems.
Maybe it’s stubbornness, arrogance, or a want to do what’s right in the world.
Perhaps all of the above.
I mull this over.
Such a sense of greater purpose.
I enjoy feeling entitled.
Knowing that you’re better than others makes the day a little bit more special.
It’s a bit lonely at the top of the food chain.
If I ever happen to fall back to normalcy, I can do so into the loving arms of Rick Astley.
That jerk isn’t going anywhere.