Don’t worry – this isn’t another one of my gushing posts about the Olympic Games. It’s a post about this song:
Or at least it’s a post about a couple of lines in this song:
“I wanted to be there with you / For I can only be normal with you / I’ve given my all for you”
Twice in my life I’ve managed to find another human being that I wanted to be with. Twice in my life I’ve managed to find another human being that made me feel ‘normal’. Twice in my life I’ve managed to lose the most special person on earth.
My conclusion to all this is that I must not be supposed to be with anybody and that certainly I’m not capable of being normal by myself. I don’t cut the mustard when it comes to all that belonging and normal stuff. You get what’s coming your way. What’s for you doesn’t go past you. If you get nothing and it all goes past you – that’s what was yours.
Everything I do is with reference to other people. That’s just the way my brain works and all the counselling and therapy in the world isn’t going to change that.
I am who I am.
I’m lost. I’m lonely. I’m mental. I’m not normal. This is what is mine. I wish I could make something matter, I really do.
Boo hoo. Woe is me. I hate myself and I want a pie.
Lots of mixed up miserable love (once more) from WeeGee xx