The new Beyonce album and what it did to me

Something freaking happened yesterday that made me so frustrated that it’s taken me 24 hours to find the words to how-you-say? verbalize it. Someone, who I like and care for, asked me if I wanted to listen to “the new Beyonce album.” And that’s when I said:

“NO! NO! Fucking-NO! How can I please stop this from happening! If “happening” has to be HERE, then I need to be **THERE.**”

But I didn’t say that. And I KNEW I’d have to deal with this in the most civilized way possible. Kinda like if you’re a non-smoker and all your friends are – like – WAYYYY into cigars and how your life is pretty much figuring out how to juggle fun and breathing at the same time? Whatever. Either way, I said “Sure.” And I said it with – I’m gonna say – a tad of exuberance because, you guys? I’m a person, too, and it’s my freaking responsibility to find a way to live in this world and understand the people in it and why they vountarily do the things they do. And maybe? It’ll be what saves me from my heavy, trying-to-improve-the-world/myself lifestyle and it kinda gets tiring on an hour-to-hour basis. So, I gave it a try.

fffffffuckinggoddamnbig mistake. And I’m listening to this song about this girl who finally leaves her boyfriend after attaining this new, giant, great-big sense of self, and realizes that he’s just a loser in *all* of this. And also that it “sucks to be you”/him right now.

Guh-fucking-round breaking, right?

C’mon, Beyonce. The world is yours – wouldn’t you wanna… pshhh, I dunno… broaden? Think of how many people (and singers) you’d influence by singing about something freaking-else. Could your next song please be about a spaceship? No! *Hamburgers!* No, wait, actually do the Spaceship idea. And not in a “getting-probed-by-aliens-just-’cause-it-kinda-sounds-sexy” way, EITHER. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it all the way – Different worlds; people with five eyes; *HECK!* I don’t know! — Cheese and what it’s like on other planets, whatever you WANT.

I may have overreacted a speck. And if you don’t like my idea, that’s totally fine, really – I won’t be offended. I mean, we’re just sharing, right? You know what? I’m glad this happened. At first, I was going to say – Well, gee, maybe I shouldn’t have listened in the first place? Maybe I should’ve said No. Hhhhhlook, whatever – analyzing it to death’s not gonna get me anywhere. Right? Yeah. Anyway. Fine. Good.

But all I know’s that I heard someone – *not* in middle school – say “Sucks to be you” and it freaked me the fuck out.

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