Well, here I am, home at last. Actually I’ve been home for ooh, close to 12 hours now – been spending the evening watching Futurama episodes on DVD, drinking Jack Daniels and laughing a lot.
The positive mood from the other day hasn’t entirely faded – although I’m starting to regret my choice of albums in the car. I’ve had Ben Folds – Rockin’ The Suburbs in there for a couple of days now, and while I’m a huge fan of Ben Folds, it’s perhaps not the right music to be maintaining a positive frame of mind to.
It’s actually quite happy music, it just has such a sickly-sweet, happy yet sad quality to it. Actually the last track on the album (The Luckiest) is probably the worst – it makes me cry – but it’s not a depressing song! It’s a love song, about how lucky he is to be with his partner, and one of the ways he expresses it is about a man in his 90s who dies in his sleep, and his wife dies a few days later.
That’s something that actually happens in real life – when a couple is so completely devoted to each other and one partner dies, the other loses all reason to keep going and ends up passing away soon after. Or so I’ve read.
But it’s not the story itself that’s depressing – it’s actually quite a beautiful thing, when you think about it, that two people could be so hopelessly devoted to each other that they can’t see a reason to go on without the other.
One day I’d like to be in a relationship like that.