We’ve made it to Day 22 of the Song Challenge.
I’ve been thinking the idea of ‘my friends’ ‘your friends’. You get into a relationship and naturally you meet new people through your significant other. Then you form other relationships. So, after a while of getting to know someone, do you see them still as the other’s friends, or do you see them to be joint?
I don’t actually now see our collective group as his or mine on the most part. The people we spend most our time with we are both able to call, both able to message and speak to, both able to make plans or arrangements with them without relying on the other.
In turn, they all contact us individually if they want to see us or talk etc. Like, Renee will call Kelly if she needs or I can call Waz without having to go “Babe, would you please call XXX to ask them such and such…”
Kelly said the other night “Your friends” and I said “Are they my friends or our friends?” He said “Ours really aren’t they?”… It is kind of like a dysfunctional adoption process We adopt friends once we meet… So do we get direct ownership and are there custody allowances?
I am so blessed to have met the people I have through Kelly and I know he feels the same in return. Vee and I and Jo (And of course Waz) and I were able to form friendships without Kelly’s intervention very naturally as did Kelly with Steven, Kael and Renee.
It is a personality thing. Vee and Jo made a lot of effort to get to know me personally and contacted me off of their own accord to make it happen, as did those of mine I mentioned above in return to Kelly.
I am able to spend time alone with Vee or chat away for hours with Jo without it being pre-set by my significant other and we are close in a whole different way to what he is with them.
Of course there are other friends who he spends his own time with, or mine who I spend my own time with and each of us has very little to do with them but I think that is fairly natural… It isn’t a personal thing, I think it is the nature of the friendship to begin with and a personality thing?
So the point is, after much waffling, I don’t see them as mine or his, their ours.
It’s like our cars and money really
So: Day 22: A Song You Listen To When You’re Sad.
This was a no brainer (Although, like every other choice, there are always more than one). I chose the song I sang to my Grandmother when she was in a coma before she passed away. She also used to play it to me when I was little. I brushed her hair, cried a little and sang this to her in her room. She moved her finger when I sang it and though I know there is no proof she heard, I would like to believe she did. I used to listen to it before this event but more so after. Now, whenever I am sad, I listen to this. Sometimes it makes me cry more but then I don’t think that is always a bad thing. Sometimes it is good therapy. Let it out.
I have once again used a Glee version for sound quality, plus they sang it beautifully.