Two seemingly unrelated thoughts I had today within a couple hours of each other:
After my breakup, I realized that I started really enjoying Morgan Wallen’s music. I couldn’t (thankfully) relate much to the drown-your-sorrows energy, but breakups are a part of the human experience; and being able to relate to that drew me closer to country music (which, ironically, I was introduced to by my ex-girlfriend). Along those line’s John Mayer’s Slow Dancing in a Burning Room is a song that I didn’t fully get when I first heard it; I knew about it because (if my memory serves me well) a friend of mine from college said it was a song he wanted to lose his virginity to. I didn’t quite feel that moved by it when I heard it then, but as fate would have it, on my way back from the gym today Spotify played a cover of it by a country artist I’ve been listening to more and more lately — and it just struck me as capturing so perfectly the last sixty minutes of the relationship.
I quite enjoy skiing, but I usually go just once a year with my family for several days at a time. I’m surprised by folks in the Bay that go skiing on weekends — I cannot, for the life of me, relate to the folks that go just for the weekend. At best, you’re getting two half-days with the drive time from SF to Tahoe, and it’s not exactly a frugal sport - I suppose I’d rather just spend my money elsewhere. Perhaps Spain might have warmer weather.