A few nights ago, my Mom and I were talking about music and she couldn’t understand why I listen to sad music all the time. She told me that she likes, “Upbeat music.” I just looked at her and I said with the straight face, “I can’t handle that anymore.”
She looked at me when I said that, and she just kind of understood I thought. I think of music in the past tense now. I have a soundtrack of my life and what I was doing when the songs came out. But now I just live in my memories. I told my mom a few days ago as well, “Nothing is the same.”
Because REALLY nothing is the same anymore and I don’t think that I really was expecting this. This is an upbeat song that I did not hear until my 20s that I post on my blog every October but now that I am in my 40s and my disease has progressed this much, sadly, I don’t think I can handle it anymore…:
I didn’t watch Hocus Pocus today. I think I’ll watch it during the weekend…