One good thing about music. When it hits, you feel no pain

So I was at cycle class a few weeks ago and the instructor was telling us a story about her son asking her about lyrics to a song. She said that she doesn't pay attention to the lyrics of songs, and she said "you know, how you just like the music, but you don't know the words". I thought to myself, No, I have no fucking idea what you are talking about, how can you like a song if you don't know the lyrics and you can't comprehend what the song is even about. Then the other day I heard a DJ on the radio say the same thing, that people don't pay much attention to the lyrics, and don't know the words to most songs. This really baffles me. If you don't know the lyrics to the song, how/why would you like the song? Doesn't everyone else sing the lyrics in the car? I can't be the only person in the world who does this.

I don't claim to know every single word to every single song I listen to, but if I like the song I do figure out most of the words simply by hearing the song fairly frequently. If I really really really like a song or artist or I can't quite make out what they are saying or the meaning behind it, I'll actually Google it. Whoa... I know that is a novel concept for most people. But then again I guess most people just don't care. That is a shame. That makes me sad for all of the songwriters out there who are being passed by for some garbage synthesized/auto-tuned shit that doesn't even make sense. Yeah yeah, I sound like an old person bitching about today's music, but that isn't even it. I like a lot of new music. There are just certain concepts I don't quite understand. But that is for an entirely different post.

I think people should take a few minutes to listen to a song. Fully immerse themselves in the lyrics and feel the emotion that the songwriter is putting forth. Even if it is an upbeat dance song, there is still an emotion involved. I think the person who wrote the song would appreciate that a little bit.

Mentioning unmentionables

I was shopping last week and I bought myself some new sports bras since I'm supposed to be going to the gym more. Ok ok, I will be going to the gym more. Anyway, because I'm big chested it has always been hard for me to find sports bras that fit me until last year that is. Then I discovered sports bras at Lane Bryant which for anyone who doesn't know that is a s Plus Sized Apparel store. Anyway, they have all sorts of bras that will fit my ample chest. Granted they are pricey, but bras anywhere are pricey these days. Plus, they have sales and specials that help with the cost. But when I was checking out, the cashier asked me do these work? I said well they work for me, I'm not entirely sure what you mean though. And she said that she has always had to wear a regular bra and a sports bra over top of that. This is not the first time I have heard of this. Almost every big boobied woman I have ever met has told me the same thing. The weird thing is I've never had to do that with my sized 40DD's so I can't figure out how smaller chested women are having this problem. I wonder if they have ever tried to get a proper fitting sports bra and only wear that. I didn't really go into much detail with this girl, other than I said, well you work here so you probably get a stellar discount and you could just try one on before you purchased it, so I think you should go ahead and get one and try it out. I said it must be really uncomfortable having to wear two bras. Plus, that would cause a ton of extra laundry, and delicates are a pain in the ass to wash/dry as it is. But I'm still amazed that women all over the world have been doing something so ridiculous rather than just buying a properly fitting undergarment. Oh well. Hopefully, I am making a difference one set of boobies at a time.

On to panties. I have discovered recently that I have been buying the wrong size panties all of my life. And that is because I always followed the instructions on the backs of the packages. They all say if you are this height/weight/dress size, you should wear this size underwear. But guess what they are really really wrong. Like two sizes wrong. And I have always wondered why underwear was always so uncomfortable and annoying. It is because I have always been wearing the wrong size. Maybe that is why I've been such a bitch my entire life. Hmm... something to ponder I suppose. No, but really I discovered this by accident because one day that I wasn't wearing my glasses (ok so I never wear my glasses- it typically doesn't cause an major problems) I picked up a pair of panties that were a size 6. I thought they said size 8. Got them home, washed them and when I wore them the first time I said to myself "wow these are amazing and they stay put and they aren't all bunched up anywhere and they don't come up to my fucking ears". I thought perhaps it was just the brand or style I had bought so I looked at the tag to note the brand so I could purchase them again in the future when I discovered that they were only a size 6. I said that can't be right, how on earth could my fat ass fit into a size 6. So I went to a different store and bought a different brand in the size 6 to compare and come to find out those fit me perfectly too. So I tried one last store with a different sizing style, this was sized based on your pants size. Knowing that the other panties I bought were two sizes smaller than I would typically wear according to the label, I bought a pair that was 2 sizes too small this time as well. Again they fit perfectly.

Of course I'm happy about this because it opens up more doors for me being able to buy normal sized underwear in normal stores (which will save me money), but it also makes me question a lot of things in clothing. I mean I have always believed that standard sizing sucks. I am tall and have a long torso, so nothing ever fits me properly, but for god's sake I thought they could at least get this right. Oh well, I just suggest to people to not always believe what you've been told, and to figure it out for yourselves. Happy panty shopping!

Where and when can I actually speak my mind then?

So let me get this straight: I can't tell anyone in the real world how I feel about anything because then I'm being negative or argumentative, or whatever other excuse someone wants to give for not wanting to deal with reality, and I can't post what I really feel on social media outlets because well some of my so called "friends" might have a different opinion than I have but because they have the maturity of a 12 year old they only know how to "unfriend" someone when they disagree on a topic, they can't actually articulate their opinion like a normal adult and have a discussion about something, or better yet they resort to personal attacks. I can't tell my in laws what I really think about them because then that starts World War III within the family. Even though what I have to say is the truth, and sometimes the truth hurts, and what they are doing is affecting me and my life and my fucking bank account. But no I can't speak my mind. I can't tell my boss that I think it is really fucking shitty that we have 3 slacker fucking employees in our department who come in whenever they want (usually 10am or so), take 2 hour lunches and then leave at 4:15pm to go to "core and more" class at the campus gym. I can't tell my boss that someone isn't actually ever doing work, but rather surfing the Internet, skyping their significant other or playing solitaire. Nope, can't tell anyone that is going on. I can't tell people that my dog is half pitbull, nope I have to lie about that and keep it hidden because people are so fucking stupid that they don't understand that a certain breed of dog is not vicious- except for chihuahuas, cocker spaniels and dalmatians which are more vicious and bite more people, children in particular than any pitbull ever has. I can't tell my neighbors that I think they are racist dickheads, or at the very least I can't even tell them that it isn't nice to hate the Cuban family up the street just because they are jealous that they themselves couldn't afford at $320,000 house (here's a thought maybe if you kept your legs closed and didn't treat popping out babies as an Olympic sport, you might be able to afford some things- just sayin'.) I can't tell my fiance's friends that they are fucking morons and they really shouldn't be judging people considering they are 36 years old, have never had a girlfriend and still live at home with their father (and they look and act like a creepy pedophile)

So I want a fucking answer- when and where can I actually speak my mind on things? Everyone is so worried about the 1st fucking amendment, but when anyone has something to say they get beat down for having an opinion or making an observation. I suppose you can say I'm speaking my mind right here, right now; but to me this doesn't count because I know for a fact that no one reads this blog. And I also know that the people who need to hear what I have to say would never hear it anyway.