Preserve Your Memories…
Nobody Cares
I hope Nobody Cares if I post this song today…it has special meaning for me, because I have lost an old friend…again. Yes, it was years ago, I remember the moment. I was crying in a high school classroom and she was sitting a few seats in front of me. I had just had a fight with my “best” girlfriend, who I realized didn’t really like me. It was over for us. She didn’t even want to talk to me.
As I was sitting in that class, I remembered the words to this song, wrote them down and passed them to her. My heart was breaking…what had I done?
She never said. Nope. Silence. We parted after that day. We were never friends again. Until 3 years ago, I had heard that her husband had died. Immediately the affection that I had for her in high school came flooding back. I found her house, left flowers, and I thought, that I had found my fiend again. And I had! We had fun again, going places, watching movies…shopping…
But…again, my heart breaks. She won’t answer my calls, and she is fine. What did I do?
Like before….Nothing. Silence. Her rudeness is overwhelming.
Funny isn’t it? There is absolutely nothing I can do. If somebody doesn’t like you, you just have to move on to those that do…right?
And now, pardon me while a have a nice little cry, wipe my eyes (reapply my eye makeup) and think about the people that…as Krauthammer would say:
Really matter. Like YOU guys!
“Long ago, it must be…I have a photograph. Preserve your memories…they’re all that’s left you.”
The words to this song…are timeless.
Thanks to everyone for letting me share such a raw and still tender pain. In the words of my mentor and friend Doug Powers,
You’re the best!
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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