Song #60: Blessid Union of Souls - I Believe
First, the junior high had lockers with combination locks. I gave the combination lock a shot a few times and could never get it to work. I think I was so scared of standing out that once I had it in my mind that I was never going to get it open, I just stopped trying, so I ended up carrying ALL of my books in my book bag. On one hand, I think "why couldn't my parents have figured this out and helped intervene?". But now as a parent, I realize how little I truly know about what goes on at school with my kids, and for the sake of getting too philisophical, I'd just chalk it up again as "a product of sin" and having to separate from our family in order to "till the soil". So I don't blame my parents. I pray that my kids don't blame me so much as well, but I don't blame them if they do. Perhaps, if I was a blaming kind of guy, I would point fingers at administration, teachers, and/or counselors to identify me as someone who was having trouble transitioning to the school, but blaming them won't help anyone, that's for sure.
The second highlight of my transition challenges involved the school cafeteria. There were too places to get your food. On one side of the cafeteria was the hot lunch area. To me, it was so intimidating.. it was where everyone lined up to get food. I guess in my mind, there was so much that could go wrong socially by lining up over there to get food. So I never went there. I don't even think I crossed the halfway point in the cafeteria towards where that Hot Lunch area was. Instead, I was on the East side of the caf., and ended up getting my food at the Snack Bar. It had chips, pop, and other goodies. I believe I sustained myself on a diet of coke, cool ranch doritos, and Little Debbie Nutty Bars. Lol. Pretty interesting, huh? Sadly, it speaks to a life of anxiety that I too often have lived throughout all of my eras. I don't blame teenage Josh for that, I just didn't have the tools to be assertive and advocate for myself as I should have. Thankfully, there were moments of grace. I have clear memories of my friend Jeff - from St. John's - sitting at my table occasionally, so I wasn't alone. Pretty sure Jenny from St. John's did as well. As I type this, I think I realize some of why I still wrestle today maintaining meaningful relationships. There's a lot of pain and fear from those teenage years that probably keep me from trusting others even now. Wow.
This blog is truly an autobiography of my life wrapped around music. That's why I haven't even gotten to entry #60 yet. Well let's talk about the third highlight of my transition challenges.
It's a little weird because I think a lot of my peers got chicken pox at an earlier age. But I got chicken pox somewhere in the middle of ninth grade. I think of late winter/early Spring. Maybe I don't know when that was specifically.. but there are a couple of pictures of me covered with chicken pox. I ended up Staying home from school for several days (a full week?) and I remember listening to this song, "I believe" a lot on the radio as I was recovering. I'm sure I listened to it before and I'm sure that I listen to it after. but my main association personally with the song were these days spent at home in bed. Once again, this is a song that tends to evoke feelings of loneliness and longing. And yet, at the core of this song was about hope, which was a goof thing for me to hear. I believe at the same time. Elton John's song believe without the radio. And so there were 2 songs about believing. If you happened to read all of these entries, you'll know a lot about what I love about this song. I'm a sucker for songs that prominently feature the piano, and the piano intro is a beautiful melody which drives most of the song.
The song and the theme of the song would fit what I would call "humanity" muic. You UM Ami.. just like type of taste. , this category music makes me feel stop check and it's a pretty intense feeling. The lyrics about children dying drug use and all of that culminating with the verse about an interracial couple complete with t. End word cemma. You wrote a lot of different feelings inside me and still does. As I listen to It again. . the ork the orchestra around. It really adds to the beauty of the song, but it still is a pretty stripped down song.
