CC:
December 17th, 2009 at 3:34 pm
I wish I could attach my name to your interests. At least, the interests you had after meeting me, especially since I knowingly provide fodder for the conversations you have with other people. (The ones that contain absolutely no mention of me, of course.) Is that fair? Can one really own one’s own preferences for movies, literature, music…? I’d like to. I’m aware of how hypocritical I’m being. Such is the essence of being human, you’d likely tell me.
Name-dropping is an avenue in which to become acquainted with people. We bond over liking the same things; fawning over the same artists. By that logic, you should still be excited to talk to me. But you’re greedy. There’s novelty in having self-congratulating conversations with people who are not me, despite how LIKE me they are. Then again, perhaps I’ve just become a part of you and paradoxically unimportant. It’s easier to push someone away once you’ve absorbed all of their intrigue.
I bet, you think this song is about you.
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