This Is Not About Love!

Ahh yes it's that time on The Sue Funke where I tell you about song lyrics that run through my head.
This past week the soundtrack to my life has been the album Extrodinary Machine.
Somehow it's just been fitting.

I have spent the week in contact with old lovers.
It's not on purpose, it just so happened that there was some sort of all dog alert*
that I wasn't stressed out enough and needed to face past issues.

But the funny thing is, I just kept falling out of love.
and that's a line from the song referenced in this blog title,
This Is Not About Love
This is not about love!
Cause I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache

I guess this is why I continue to talk to these boys.
They bring back that stupid ache.
It's fun to feel forelorn and to talk about how awesome it was.
The thing is, it's gone, and when the talk is over I realize:
I'm not in love.

Then I turn to another great song on the album:
Used to Love Him
So why did I kiss him so hard late last friday night?
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that's it

It's funny because I know it is.
I'm just not really into meeting new guys.

I tried though.
This week I talked with two new guys.
They were both nice, both very interested.
But so freakin' shallow and annoying.

Examples:
"Tell me about yourself"
"Ok, what?"
"Everything."
...um, that's not a question. I know you probably read somewhere that women want to talk about themselves. But ask a real question. If you want me to ramble, I will, and it is not fun for either of us. Ok, maybe for you cause as I struggle to keep conversation alive you stare at my chest.

"This is obviously the part of the bar to be at."
"Why cause it's near the tv?"
"And you."
...I was already talking to you. There was no need for the cheesiness. I'm not supposed to have dairy as it is, you're killing me.

I know you have to kiss a lot of frogs.
But I once again turn to Fiona for empathy:
Please, Please, Please
Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady
Steady going nowhere

That's why I let the good ol' boys come back to me.
It's something familiar.
I know what they annoy me with already.
And I know it's not gonna go anywhere, there's something comfy about that.

But it's really time to move forward.
So this is why I shall end my week listening to the song all about me.
See, I too am an Extraodinary Machine:

Examples of why I'm an Extraordinary Machine:
I travel by foot.
I seem to you to seek a new disaster every day
I mean to prove
I mean to move in my own way
I am the baby of the family

So I'm gonna get going on foot and let the road rise up behind me.
And be sure to know I'll make the most of it.
After all, I am The Sue Funke.


*all dog alert is a reference to 101 dalmatians.