The woman who sits behind me at work loves to sing to 80′s music. Not just listen to it. Sing to it. Out loud. At work. She’s an eccentric designer, so it’s tolerated. And I’m a fairly tolerant worker bee…but this…most of the songs make me feel queasy when played in their native fashion. Even Trader Joe’s knows that 80′s music is over. But now I just can’t take it anymore. Here are some recent atrocities I have been subjected to:
“You are an obsession…you’re my obsession…”
“One thing leads to an-na-nother…”
“Urgent…urgent, urgent…”
“Lying beside you, here in my arms…”
Because I try to be kind and generous, I have thought about her life. I think she had a good time in the 80′s. It was her decade. She was in love. Felt young and free. And now, somewhere in middle age land, all she has are some tunes that she’s going to SING…DAMNIT!
Just for today, I can listen to 80′s music.
Hi, I'm Solange and this is my blog. I've been oversharing here since 2003. I'm still searching for sanity. If you hear of any, let me know.