For some reason, whenever I bump In Step by Frankmusik in my iPod (thanks for the tip, Jamie–though I doubt you’d deign to read this), regardless of what’s happening around me or where I am, it seems as though the world moves to my soundtrack. Today on my walk from the bus stop to the café where I sipped espresso and toiled at grad apps, I glimpsed a little girl bouncing up and down on a suburban front porch, moving perfectly in time with this song. As I neared, grinning, I discovered that as there was a sweet bonus on the other end of the leash to which the girl held: there, an equally bouncy golden retriever puppy bumbled out his ecstatic puppydom to the very same beat. Because this song is my addiction of the day, I listened to it again on my walk home and was lucky enough to glimpse a tall, lanky skater boy of about 19 committing one of the coolest acts of dance I’ve seen in the recent past–also to the tune of my song. He unabashedly shook his limbs to a beat he couldn’t even hear for the benefit of two eyelinered young women who giggled at him and made eye contact with me as I passed.
Oooh! And–while I remember–I caught this rare creature on camera the other day whilst walking past the library. Really. I want to know: who let this androgynous sonofabitch out of Hot Topic? And why did no one notify him that emo is dead before they did so?
…or perhaps someone did apprise him of that fact, and that’s why he looks so morose?
Unlike emo kid, I walked around for most of my day mildly smiling and feeling more embracing, connected to and accepting of the world around me than I have in a very long time. I’m beginning to feel like me again. I don’t know how long it’ll last, but I’ll take it while it’s willing to come to me.
*I make no claims to be so optimistic on the morrow–I am, after all, an incredibly sensitive, pathetically girly girl.