Why I hate James Blunt.

So, I recognize how rarely I post anything on here anymore. And part of that is because I'm just too busy to bother keeping up with this kind of electronic journal, and the other part is because I'm naturally a private person. I'm not one to wear my emotions on my shirtsleeves by any means. I didn't even tell my roommates that it was my birthday yesterday. Hopefully that gives you some idea of how talkative I am.

However, don't be misled. I am not shy. I just don't like being the center of attention. I can take the lead of a group without any problems, or I can sit back and watch someone else make decisions that need to be made. I'll be the one to step in if they're about to put their foot in their mouth, but I'd usually rather listen, observe, and comment.

Why am I writing today? The short answer is that I have bronchitis and am bored out of my mind trapped in my apartment. The long answer is why I'm writing at all today.

I realize that when I write these kinds of things, I come off as an objective observer and not really a participant. It's not that I don't care about what I'm writing. It's that I really care, and sometimes it's painful to write from an emotional standpoint, so I distance myself and just let my fingers go.

And yes, I realize that I use big words sometimes. Don't confuse this with arrogance. I'm not arrogant. I just know a lot of words and sometimes big words fit better than others. I'm not one to intentionally throw in a big word just so that I sound smart. Honestly, I think that's stupid when people do that. All that I do is write.

What's really been occupying my mind recently is music. I posted something a little while ago on facebook about how I was amazed that one person can ruin a song so quickly. A few people commented on it, but they took what I had said and threw on a completely different interpretation.

They mentioned Miley Cyrus.

I wasn't actually talking about artists, or covers of different songs, but about people in our own lives. I think it's incredible how quickly someone's memory can be tied to a song. I'll take an example from one of my favorite movies.

500 Days of Summer.

This is a great story about just what happens to a guy when he gets dumped by a girl. Earlier in the movie, our hero, Tom, is describing things that he likes about the girl of his dreams, Summer. Then in the background an old song by Patrick Swayze, She's Like the Wind, starts playing. Tom says, "I love how I hear this song, and every time, I think of her."

Poor Tom.

Later, Tom and Summer's relationship has come to a cataclysmic end and Tom is reliving some of what were once happy memories, when in the background an old song by Patrick Swayze starts playing.

Tom screams, "I HATE THIS SONG!" And is then thrown off of the bus he is riding.

Now, I think that's a great example. The reason I sat down and started writing this is essentially that this weekend I added a few songs to my list of songs that I hate. These are not bad songs. Actually, most of them are great and I used to love them. But now, it literally hurts to listen to them.

Some of these songs are random. Some are not. Some are love songs. Some are not. Some are happy. Some are not. Some I listened to with these people far too often. Some they've never heard before. Some I heard alone, and there's just one little line in it that fits that person so well that I always associate them with that song. Some have nothing to do with these people at all. Some I skip as soon as they start. Some I don't ever skip.

Some people have had so much influence in my life that they have tainted not only songs, but the artists that wrote them.

I hate James Blunt. I can't stand Death Cab for Cutie.

I could go on about musicophilia and other theories, but I'd rather not. Why? Because Friends o' Mine by Bowling for Soup just came on.

Now, I'm curious about what songs you can't stand.