so i don't know if i'm the only one who does this...actually i know that i'm not the only one who does this.... by this meaning getting weirdly obsessed with something random.
not like SUPER random...but random.
for instance, in may of this year i was very obsessed with ayn rand and objectivism and being a super conservative and all that. and i am not saying i have since abandoned my political beliefs, i have just toned them down. they usually get people into arguments, and i am not very good at winning those...so i try to stay out of them. plus, they're not very fun. (this sort of makes me sound like i don't stand up for what i believe in...this is untrue. i just try not to force my opinions on others unless they ask)
this summer i was reaaaaaaally obsessed with clair de lune. clair de lune was the only song (piece?) i would listen to. i decided that there literally is no more beautiful sound than those keys resonating so peacefully...sad and hopeful.
oh! and there was that time junior year i only listened to girl singers. all of the sudden, i wanted all girl voices bouncing around the tiny cabin of antoine, my saturn. i liked a fine frenzy and regina spektor and ingrid michaelson and feist and fiona apple and imogen heap and schuyler fisk and NO boys.
but all of these things i have gotten over. except for perhaps clair de lune...it's my number one most played...with 396 plays since august when i had to restart my itunes.
anyway...i try not to get too focused on stuff because sometimes that's all that occupies my thoughts...and i was doing REALLY well until thursday of last week.
that's when i went to see "dear jack", a documentary about andrew mcmahon of jack's mannequin and something corporate, who happened to get leukemia at age 22...get very sick, and then beat it.
now i have always loved both soco and jack's man, but i was enthralled...captivated even, by andrew and his attitude about his sickness, and the story. it was both a story of cancer and a story of love. it was beautiful.
needless to say, since thursday i have secured myself a ticket to a jack's mannequin concert in february, listened to ONLY jack's man and soco, practiced (Very badly, very slowly, very painstakingly) playing a few jack's songs on the big, lovely piano in the den of our dorm, and thought nonstop about the documentary, the songs, and andrew.
why does this happen to me? i don't know. i think, as i said before, it happens to everyone. it's just so hard sometimes to say "ok...that's enough, leah. that's enough. sloooooow down, there."
because it's so fun. or all-consuming or something. stopping would be such a "buzz-kill" ( i think that's the correct use of that phrase...i haven't mastered it yet)
but, i guess that when talking about how i often get obsessed with things...i should remember what woody allen says,
"it's like anything else"
