Even in the dark, Will is smirking at me.
"What?!?" I demanded, my head still bobbing.
"Every girl I know loves this song." (And by girl, he means any female at the hospital - they listen to music during shifts.)
I give him side eye. It's the Zora Neale Hurston effect, when Zora is at a Blues venue with a friend:
"Good music they have here," he remarks, drumming the table with his fingertips.
Music. The great blobs of purple and red emotion have not touched him. He has only heard what I felt. He is far away and I see him but dimly across the ocean and the continent that have fallen between us.Will laughs at me as I argue that this song is a modern ballad set to indie electronic - the story of seeing into the future, desire and action. Plus, it has amazing beat. (Walk the Moon is a great band from Cincinnati, Ohio!)
"I never said it wasn't a great song. Just own it! Own that you like this song. Who cares that other girls like it."
Own it. Yes. Too often, we add qualifiers or apologize for having interests. Am I alone in this? Why do we always try to deflect even minor criticism?
"Oh, I like that because I am a ____."
"Yeah, I'm such a dork because I like ____."
No one needs peer review to decide what to like. No one needs qualifications for having hobbies. We're allowed to change our mind. We don't need someone else's permission to have a dance party. We shouldn't paint our life neutral colors.
I changed my favorite color the other day. I went to a running store, bought new running shoes and am teaching myself how to run with a honking double jogger stroller. I've been thinking how much I used to love drawing with oil pastels, and when I FINALLY clean my office this summer, I'm buying myself a new set.
Sometimes, we all need to stop overthinking what things mean - ooo-hooo, shut up and dance with me!
Own it! Whatever "it" is. Great things can happen.
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