Let’s talk about this song that has been in my head since day 1 of this week, “Do You?” by Neyo. My fixation began Sunday with me humming its tune on a loop, pawing for the words but finding myself completely incapable of recalling them. I must admit that even as I sat in the pews of church this song jostled for space among my thoughts as the minister paced back and forth along the stage. In the next couple days I pestered everyone around about whether they recognized what I was humming, and with no luck I even resorted to stringing together words that felt as though they matched the spirit of the song. Eventually, I found the right ones: “I just wonder. Do you ever? Think of me? Anymore? Do you? Buum, buum, boom, boom, dodo, bum, dum, do” I remembered the chorus, the little piece of the song that with access to Google’s divine wisdom would lead me to the treasure trove. Why am I obsessed with a song from 2007? Full disclosure, I tend to have a belated awareness of cultural phenomenon, whether that be dance, songs, or the latest vine sensation. However, when I discover something I enjoy, I fully immerse myself in it, sometimes to the point where I am nearly sick of it even. I’ve come to notice that the movies I especially adore or stories that most speak to me are not those that most closely reflect my own life. Often, they will have elements that are unlike anything I have yet to experience, but its the emotion that spurs from that experience that I’m able to relate to and appreciate. There’s something poignant about hearing a piece of someone’s story and realizing that you’ve got no common ground in any obvious way but have both found yourselves in this place where where you share an understanding that others may never acquire. You both took different paths, but you got there. And that’s where my obsession with this song lies. I’ve never ended a romantic relationship with someone to find that I want them back. But I can understand seeing your path diverge from someone you care about and being curious of if that’s really the best thing. I’ve driven my family nearly insane as I tromped through the house singing this song, and I’ve forced everyone unfortunate enough to be in my immediate presence to listen to it on my phone. As a continuation of that trend, I am now spamming your devices with my borderline obsessive adoration. Please know that I do it with love.
One of my goals for the upcoming school year is to increase my awareness of trending music and other noteworthy stimuli I stumble upon in day to day life. My time abroad will be impactful but also not infinite. So while away, I want to be intentional about taking note of all that moves me and further pursuing that which touches my heart. This will enable me to seek these things out again when the time is right, and perhaps in learning more about the world through different media such as song, I will continue to learn more about myself.
Last week I promised to inform you all of my mother’s progress in the election. She ran for State House of Representatives, and Tuesday brought in the results. She unfortunately lost, but I must say that the experience gave all of us quite a few cherished memories. My brother and I even named the campaign manager’s son an honorary Brown. And if ever she runs again, we will be more than happy to give it our all, this time armed with the knowledge acquired from running in the race this time.
One of my goals for the upcoming school year is to increase my awareness of trending music and other noteworthy stimuli I stumble upon in day to day life. My time abroad will be impactful but also not infinite. So while away, I want to be intentional about taking note of all that moves me and further pursuing that which touches my heart. This will enable me to seek these things out again when the time is right, and perhaps in learning more about the world through different media such as song, I will continue to learn more about myself.
Last week I promised to inform you all of my mother’s progress in the election. She ran for State House of Representatives, and Tuesday brought in the results. She unfortunately lost, but I must say that the experience gave all of us quite a few cherished memories. My brother and I even named the campaign manager’s son an honorary Brown. And if ever she runs again, we will be more than happy to give it our all, this time armed with the knowledge acquired from running in the race this time.
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