Day 1
“Valley Winter Song” by Fountains of Wayne
I’m welcoming December with mixed emotions. I have the
tendency to neurotically over analyze things and dissect situations until I’m
completely paralyzed by elaborate, nonexistent, thematically-influenced possibilities
that are “worst case scenarios as seen on CSI.” And I don’t even watch “CSI.” But
the first two minutes I seem to always catch after watching re-runs of “Big Bang
Theory” have managed to perpetuate this dramatic assumption that young girls who
live on their own get stalked and attacked and murdered.
What a fun way to start my “25 Days of Christmas” countdown,
right? But this is what you’ll be getting from me. I mean, not necessarily just
gloomy, awful posts about murder, but If I blog every day, I can’t not write
about what I’m feeling. And lately, it’s kind of nervous. My natural, initial
fear of living alone has been heightened by other weird happenings, but
fortunately for me, my best friend is not at all over sensitive or dramatic and
was able to combine efforts with my parents to calm me down.
It was collectively decided that I have to toughen up. I
have to put creeps in their place and I can’t be scared of the world. And if
all else fails, my dad will kick their ass. (I mean, I’m still their only child.)
So now that it’s awkward, I wanted to share one of my
favorite, most soothing holiday tunes with you. Let’s balance out the weird
venting session the first half of this blog served as.
If you can forgive Fountains of Wayne for “Stacy’s Mom” and
“Pretty Fly For A White Guy” then you can remain open minded. I don’t use the word “cozy” to describe songs very often,
but when I do it’s because it’s genuinely how it makes me feel. Every time I
hear this song, I see winter. It’s simple, sweet, and familiar. The melody is calming
and somehow seems like home, and what’s more necessary during the holiday season
than that?
So before we get too deep into the madness that is
Christmas, let’s take a second to welcome December properly. For me, it’s not
hiding beneath my covers like a scared little girl.
Hello, December.
(Okay, alright, I may be writing this right now from beneath
covers, but it’s only because it’s chilly in here and has nothing at all to do
with fear!)
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