Watching ALMOST FAMOUS again brings me back to alot of happy and painful memories dating back to my late high school days. Yes, high school.
It all started with the music. I was a big, big fan of Greyhoundz but for some reason (you don't need to tell me what it is, I already know) the music wasn't enough. I had to get to know them. And I did via MIRC *wild laughter* I don't think I can disclose specific details about how it all weaved into one day that spanned years but let's just say that a friend dated someone from the band. Through that, I got to know them better and by getting to know them better, I got to meet other people in bands. It was a tasteful high, I finally knew how it felt to be on the stage in front of thousands of people knowing that they could see me (I took pictures of the band/s). It was a pretty nice feeling to know that someone from that crowd of many wanted to be in my shoes.
Then it started getting ugly. The more people that you meet, the more people know you. Gossip will never be impossible. Comes with the territory I guess. I won't go as far as saying that I was famous, but almost speaking in terms of infamy. The more that people see you with someone, you become a juicy topic. "Chick niya," "girlfriend niya," "lagi niyang kasama..." Harmless at first. But when you start feeling something from your gut, when you start wanting to see him more often, when you start wanting people to speculate even more, that's when things start to fall apart.
I was a train wreck. I'd feel offended for all the wrong things. I started deluding myself. I started to become star-struck. That's pathetic.
But all was not in vain. I realized that for the years that passed, you just start laughing at all the things you've done and all the feelings that you felt and how you tried to justify everything by saying "It's all about the music." Truth be told, I didn't even like his music and he knows that and it feels good honest. But then again, the way the world is revolving right now, statements like that just brings up more suspicion.
All was not in vain. I loved, I lost and I had fun. That's the whole point of living isn't it?
NOTE: I am so naming my daughter Penny Lane. Don't nobody steal it okay.
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