Feeling Random

I have just clicked over to my blog from AVT Coach's blog with Miruspeg's playlist running in the background. I find it easier to listen to her music than to pick my own.

Actually, the Pet Shop Boys "What Have I Done to Deserve This?" is currently playing. This is a song I hear from time to time on XM Radio's '80s on 8 channel. I have a thing about the '80s and, although I have never truly been in a situation like this, this song has always spoken to me on some level. They say, "wondrin' how I'm gonna get through." I think we all have felt that way at one time or another. This leads me to remember Octamom's Sunday Selah about our frequent out of context use of "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Although I don't think God minds in these cases if we use this verse to remind ourselves turn to him rather than the world during our time of need.

More on playlists:
I don't pick my own because there is just too much music out there that I love. Much like my experience this past week in the Barnes & Noble Bookstore they just built in a nearby town, iTunes and the like is just too overwhelming. I go to the book store only if I need something specific, unlike other people who can go just to look or to pick a new book and drink a cup of something caffeinated. I only go to the iTunes store only when my daughter needs a song for a school project or for a dance performance. Maybe if I only followed a certain genre of music or read a certain genre of books it would make my experience a little less stressful, but I like too many things to stay focused during these ventures. Fortunately, Peg has good taste in music, and the more she and I talk and write and blog, I find we have much in common.

Indecisiveness is also why I don't do things like change jobs or buy new clothes or shoes. I go to the mall (almost never) or into a department store and know that I only have so much money, and I don't want to spend it on the "wrong" thing." I consider that I have pretty decent taste in style, but when I walk into the store I go into sensory overload. The sights, sounds, smells and even textures take me to another place. I start thinking about shopping every year with my aunt for back to school clothes or on my first days as a single college graduate looking for professional clothing to wear to my first "real" job as a bookkeeper. Clothing says so much about a person and I have so much to say in so many different ways. How do I pick one outfit that will express all the different thought that are running through my head? (By now, you can tell there are many.) Many times I will go with my friends Liz or Kelly to buy, but come home with nothing much to their chagrin since, somehow, I have managed to convince that they couldn't possibly live without this purse or that blouse. We walk out to the car and one of them will ask, "What did you buy?" I look at my hands only to find the answer is either, "Nothing," or "A bookmark." Yet I feel satisfied that they were able to find something to add a little spice to their wardrobe.

Well, there is much more randomness running through this head of mine, but time precludes me from sharing them all here, and if I write anymore, I might have to give away another RAK. :-)

Oh, and in case you are wondering - Cat Stevens is playing on Peg's playlist at this moment. Appropriate for my son who is wondering why his father hasn't come home from that mysterious place called the "airport" that takes your daddy away and doesn't give him back for a long time.