Goodbye My Lover.

Today I got my James Blunt CD.

People have been hyping up this Blunt character and I totally see why. That CD is pretty f’in awesome. Good shit. For reals.

I was super-excited to get it though, mostly for ONE song my friends keep telling me about.

Supposedly, it’s soo good, it’ll totally make you cry*. The damn thing made Eby tear up when she first heard it and Kristine’s been prescribing it to friends who need a push over the edge (you can fight it all you want, but sometimes you NEED to cry.).

I’m a CRIER. Sometimes I wonder if maybe I kinda LIKE the crying. I don’t think that’s really TRUE per se, but I do have some sort of warped appreciation for creative works that can get to me that way. It MUST be beautiful/brilliant/meaningful/deep/thought provoking/whathaveyou if I’m SOBBING at the end, right? ( Then again, I cried like a baby when the ghost of Mufasa came out of the clouds in “The Lion King,” so I’m not sure my crying is much of a barometer of ANYTHING really except for how much of an easy cry I must be.)
Anyway.

So I listened to it.

“Goodbye My Lover”

And it’s good.

And *maybe* I got a little misty by the end.

If I had been anywhere NEAR either side of a breakup, I would have flooded the car in a sobbing FIT.

For sure.

But here’s the thing.

It got me thinking…about everything. My relationships and breakups, my friends’ relationships and breakups, and all the Men-are-asshat-shitfuckers-with-no-souls type comments that inevitably follow.

Guys, it’s not true.

Eventually, we ALL put ourselves out there and eventually, we ALL get our hearts broken. We love and we get loved. We hurt and we get hurt. That’s the way it works. For EVERYONE. Girls AND Guys.

Don’t look at me that way.

It’s TRUE.

For every perfect girlfriend, there is a girl who tore a heart to shreds. Both of those girls might very well be YOU. As angelic as you may think you are, you *were* the cause of someone’s pain once. Or you WILL be. Whether you meant it or not –whether you KNEW it or not.

Right about now, I’m starting to wonder what the fuck my point is.

(you are too, huh…?)

Basically it’s this. They’re not all shit. We’re not all saints. We’re all just people living and breathing and generally getting banged up and scarred no matter what we do. Some try harder than others, some don’t try at all and SOME, guys AND girls, are definately going to whatever version of hell they believe in.

For every soul-less asshat shit-fucker of a man, there IS a James Blunt singing “Goodbye my Lover,” and eventually, if you’re lucky, he just might find you after all, if he hasn’t already.

Now, excuse me while I go puke ;)

* The song that REALLY made me bust out with the crying was “No Bravery”. Check that one out too.
**This photo-less entry was brought to you by the digital camera that is laughing at me from the back of a cab somewhere. Stay tuned for next entry, when photo-hungry Lara relies on the camera-kindness of friends.

6 Responses to “Goodbye My Lover.”

  1. Jenny Says:

    Hello darling. Sorry I’ve been absent but am caught up now. I love to cry too. Damn your post! ;-)

  2. Cara Says:

    Crying is SO underrated. Absolutely necessary to clean out the pipes. I heartily recommend it. Although, right now, I’m tired of crying so I’m going to file away the song with my copy of The Way We Were for another day!

  3. Carrie Says:

    Loved this post, cutie. And you are right on the money.

  4. carolyn Says:

    he’s on my top 10 this year. but my favorite song on that album is “Wisemen.”

  5. Anne Marie Says:

    I have lost the ability to cry over men…but gimme a cute Hallmark card with a picture of a puppy on it and I’ll cry all night.
    Unless I’ve just watched Brokeback mountain. So. Sad.

  6. Stacey Says:

    Sigh.

    Forgive me for this but…..I can’t stomach James Blunt. I’ve even seen him live. Nope. Can’t do it.

    That being said, I DO agree with your sentiments that his cd may have brought up. And crying is great. Would it be weird to say that I wish I had a reason to cry more often? I just feel so calm afterwards.