It’s past Midnight. That means that, here in the old continent, it’s May 4th. May 4th is Jawbreaker day. Jawbreaker’s my favourite band. May 4th is Jawbreaker day because of a song called Sluttering (May 4th). Sluttering is my favourite song by my favourite band. So as soon as I was reminded that today’s May 4th I started listening to it on repeat, singing along and smiling like a fool.
photo taken from this great tumblr
And you know what? Right now I don’t care that I’ve spent the past week compulsively looking at job offers and flats in every European country while feeling over-educated and under-skilled, wishing that I didn’t consider myself a modern woman so I could just settle into marriage and live a life of home-making, child bearing and a very successful career as a mum blogger. I don’t care that I have trouble to sleep, or that I’m 27 and still live with my parents and feel identified with fiction made with a teenage audience in mind. I don’t care that I am anxious and seem to have the depression gene if such thing actually exists. I don’t care that I’m constantly missing people and places and things. I don’t care that I don’t live where I want to live and I don’t care that I feel lost in the middle of something that I can’t even see. And I clearly don’t care that nobody who reads this blog likes the same music as I like, because this song is awesome and if you can’t appreciate it you probably have no heart and you live your life waiting for that moment when somebody tells you you’re actually a robot. Oh, and just in case you’re wondering, I don’t care that this post is too personal and not in the same vein as the rest of my blog. If you don’t like it, don’t read it.
Maybe if every day was Jawbreaker day I would be happy all the time.