
my friend's new band, Red Rattles, has this great song that's lyrics are so on point regarding.. well, ...everything
it's called "Shame Getting Used to a Good Thing"
great line:
"I don't get lonely, but I miss you all the time..."
sort of hints at my ideal - "the idea of him" -- for, what we end up missing most is the comfort-level, the assurance that comes with being used to something. Something that, in memory, was good; something that you are not certain will return.
another line, "I miss you so bad... I can't put you down," seems to define our wildly selective memories. of course we remember primarily the wonderful -- with so limited space in our minds to remember every minute detail why would one choose to recall the blitzed, blue? and those rosy tinted remembrances make it impossible for us not to miss what once was there.
an EXTREME optimist (externally), i complete agree with banishing all bad memories from existence - dwelling on darkness is wasted space. However, i think sometimes, as I reflected in "Part 1: HONEST" of "The Idea of Him," recalling the worst can be funny... and for the best.
because although it IS a shame getting used to a good thing, if the good thing isn't permanent, then maybe it wasn't/isn't really all good? yes there was reckless faith but was there also fury?