Check the tool shed.
This is really lovely.
The untangling continues as I begin delving into when, how, and why I stopped believing my life was worthy of romanticization. This post was both lovely and a very helpful place to start. ❤️
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Tinkle McShatterhorn. Earl Haufenbaukensteinermeyerton.
Actually-- at that age I did inadvertently discover Electric Six and the Scissor Sisters. There are worse things to have to listen to.
Literally the only band from my teen years then I occasionally miss is project 86, but their lyrics were so Jesus coded it makes me cringe* now. *I will say, their only not Jesusy album "truthless heroes" still slaps.
I'd be hard pressed to think of a worse fate. At that time I was still subsisting off of contemporary christian music and had DC talk and audio adrenaline on repeat. I deconstructed a decade ago, but my musical knowledge is still stunted. I *did* discover NIN in earnest last year, that was exciting.
Can we take a minute to appreciate the portrait a friend's 12 year old daughter did of my family? I love it so much! 🤯😍
Also-- at some point in the pursuit of rationality, logic, and adulthood, I gave up on romanticizing any aspect of my life.