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?<\/p>\n
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…<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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