PlazaJen: Passion Knit

Ahhh, teenage years. I was on the phone yesterday with a friend of mine, yapping and laughing, & the words "what about me?" came out, instantly triggering the memory of that schmaltzy early 80's song by Shannon Noll. I remember I used to sing this song ALL THE TIME into my curling iron, just my own little version of American Idol in my bedroom, as I poured out my angst and soul while wailing out the lyrics, backed by a homemade tape I'm sure was created while listening to Casey Kasem. I remember one particular evening I sang some song over, and over, and over, completely forgetting about my responsibility to keep an eye on dinner, and didn't remember until I heard the front door open that there was, indeed, chili on the stove (burning), impervious to my melodrama and need to be a tragic star. As my own personal version of Survivor continues, I laughingly remember the words, and how goofy I was, and how even though I'm more grown up, sometimes the drama still fits. Let's all sing, shall we?

Now I'm standing on the corner, all the world's gone home,
Nobody's changed, Nobody's been saved,
And I'm feeling cold and alone
I guess I'm lucky, I smile a lot
But sometimes I wish for more than I've got
What about me,
It isn't fair I've had enough, now I want my share,
Can't you see, I wanna live
But you just take more
What about me, It isn't fair
I've had enough, now I want my share,
Can't you see, I wanna live
But you just take more
You just take more
You just take more than you give
What about me...
What about me...
What about me...


Today's Self Indulgent Moment has been brought to you by? Diet Coke, Dove Chocolates and crunchy Cheetos. Tune in tomorrow when we sing "Cat's in the Cradle" or perhaps a special song from Dan Fogelberg.