Magic In The Air

I admit to being a CBC Girl…when clear reception was no longer a reality on my drive, I was “forced” to listen to something different. Wow. I was shocked at how so many of the lyrics are so empty…

Taylor Swift crooning “Today was a fairytale” had my neck shackles bursting to mountainous proportions. She was only born in 1989, I kept reminding myself: what can a 19 year old possibly know about the actuality of love? “Can you feel the magic in the air,” kept ringing through the speakers, “Must’ve been the way you kissed me”.

But before the volcano of simmering annoyed-ness erupted I reminded myself it was time to think positively. Perhaps when she’s 30 and dragging around dirty-faced toddlers on her now-oversized hips she may, too, fathom that true love is more than just tingling lips and being passionately entwined? Or perhaps I am simply bitter?

Here is what “the magic in the air” looks like to me: a wink across the table that stops that overwhelming urge to strangle a newly independent preschooler; washed, dried, and put away mugs, plates, cutlery and even the disgustingly-coated half-burnt mashed potato pot; compliments when you KNOW you feel and look as though a wild wrestlemania-fan fox just had his hungry way with you; an early morning coffee left in the console as I head to work at mom’s store.

Why does society indoctrinate us with visions of flowers (that will only wilt), romantic dinners (that cost a fortune), and images of men who want to spend all day massaging your feet? Why can’t we be happy with the reality that even when we are complete critical, grumbling fusspots our husband chooses still to come home to us? (Okay, maybe it’s only me that can be a critical, grumbling fusspot?)

Sorry, Taylor. Maybe I AM just bitter….