Love Languages

Love languages.

Do people even have these anymore?

I should start a series of writings, thoughts on everything we don't seem to have, the things that have changed.

I'll add poetry too, just for the fun of it. For your entertainment only, some unique poems by a random online stranger who seems to smile a bit brighter knowing someone is reading this.

Hm. Okay, love languages.

Don't take my previous question literally, please. Of course I know that there's love languages.

I'm talking about beyond little heart emojis, though.

I had a moment of pain the other day, something you might have experienced before, or maybe it is foreign to you.

I wouldn't wish it on anyone, honestly.

My music, it was so bland.

All of a sudden, the songs that sung to my soul, that I've been repeating for months and months...

Were bleh.

I think that bit about listening to them for months and months might have something to do with it.

But regardless, I was lost. Who am I without music? An empty, emotionless, brainless zombie of a person. Without purpose, without rhythm, without a way to block out the world through another expression of the world.

I'm so "addicted" to music, that I don't mind it playing when I read.

Go on, gasp at me. It won't break my dear old laptop. I won't come charging at you with a wooden spoon and frying pan ready to make Rapunzel proud.

Mind you, in the original story, she had a crossbow. Hm. The things we do for children.

Regardless, back to my situation. No music, no humanly function. All brain systems are in shutdown and no matter how much self-talk or water-drinking you do, the emergency mode of "me need music do worky, brain do sleepy when no musicy" is persistant.

Well, I'm writing in the past tense, aren't I?

Ooooh I have a good one.

The past, the present, and the future walk into a bar.

It was tense.

...

I'll see myself out, after the whole point of this this is reached. Please bear with me.

So what did I do? I shouted it from the rooftops, that's what! And my friend offered to make me a playlist, which is the inspiration for this whole thing becasue I'm listening to it. And although we don't know each other super well yet, having become official "friends" only this year, this is lovely.

A special way to solidify the friendship. A show of "hey, I heard you're brain-dead, I want to un-brain-dead you. New music for brainy worky time?"

Affection. Love, in it's platonic, romantic, familial, unfamiliar, dynamic, crazy, unpredictable forms.

I love this playlist. It was made by this friend, for me. And it captures a vibe. A vibe of how they see me. It's amazing to see how someone sees you. And honestly, I'm proud of myself, 'cause some of these songs are girlbossing and just iconic. It's a show of their take on my personality, and so completely different to what I have been repeating for months and months.

Exactly, precisely, what I needed.

And they asked, "what kind of music do you like?" as a guide, to know where to start.

I cannot, I'm sorry, I cannot say "Hamilton," "Heathers," "EPIC: The Musical."

I will not. Because I'm undervaluing the chaos of my brain by saying 3 musicals that I will occasionally return to.

Well, EPIC, we all pray, will be a phase, but no, I don't think it will be.

I find it interesting that I could not answer that question, though. I wanted it to be an unaltered, completely organic interpretation of what I might like, based on their music taste.

A 74% match between us, according to Spotify Blend.

Different, but so perfectly parallel. Similar enough, but I love the language this represents. The detail. The thought. What would I add to theirs, if they so desired it? When will that day come, when they come to me and say, "Hey, remember that time I made you a playlist? Well, my music is kinda..."

It's funny how such a small show of care means so much.

Love languages...

Starting and ending a dramatic war of the elbows and arms in order to tap MY card first so I can AND WILL pay for your lunch.

Spontaneously gifting plants. Or books. Or anything really it's not for any specific reason but it made me think of you..

Spontaneously baking foods and announcing that you are my offical taste-tester and are needed immediately while the cookies are hot.

Gifting pasta sauce. And teaching you how to fit the pasta in that CRIMINALLY small pot or else my Nonna will rise from her grave to smack you herself when you SNAP THE SPAGHETTI HOW COULD YOU-

Making a cuppa tea, and knowing your favourite mug and reading spot.

Making a playlist for them when their music is bleh.

Leaving notes in the suitcase...the sock drawer. Under your pillow (plus a fake spider GOTCHA crap where'd it go-)

Hanging the washing together

Walking together

Gossiping together

Looking like one of those wide-eyed, bamboozled owls after you say "don't look now but-"

Partying together. Specifically doing the macarena together, completely wrong but we tried.

Saving a piece of pizza for you for lunch tomorrow. JUST this once.

Sharing a packet of chips but inevitably finishing yours for you because you can't handle the sheer amount of vinegar on them but these are the good ones so you'll be frying-panned if you waste them do you KNOW how hard it is to get the good ones?!

Love languages. So special.

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