Lately I've been riding the bus to work, since my car got repossessed. Sitting in the backseat of the bus watching the scenery (or in this case, graffiti) roll past my window has been bringing back memories. Wearing headphones (because if you don't people start talking to you) and listening to the playlist on my blackberry, the music brings back memories. Not all of them are good memories, but all are strong. All provoke strong emotions, and if I weren't already introverted enough, the memories would push me that way.
Just this morning, as I was listening to the equivilent of musical schizophrenia, I heard Great Big Sea's Fast As I Can, I was reminded of the person who got me started listening to Irish Music in general, and Great Big Sea in particular. It got me thinking, that this was probably, second only to my wonderful husband, the best guy I've ever actually dated, and I didn't treat him very well. Ok, I think about now, I feel like I treated him like dogshit, and I hate feeling like that. So, this is my apology, now and forever, to the person who actually treated me like I was worth something, and paved the way for me to accept what my husband offers me every day.
Thank you.
