Weird, poignant, journaling. Couldn't sleep tonight, so I watch some TV. Well, not TV, really, since I hate it and don't have TV reception, cable, Dish, nothing. Just watch movies and other DVDs.
Tonight, I'm enjoying one of the chapters of The Beatles Anthology DVD set. At one point, sudden, overwhelming sadness. Boom. Tears, weepy, etc. Out of nowhere. First time in a while. WTF?
I don't know why, but I'm thinking something triggered it so I go back and re-watch last half hour of the chapter I'm on. At one point, there's Paul singing "Yesterday." Fine.
When he gets to the line "Why she had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say." It stung. I started to well up, slightly. Wow. That's what had done it!
I was glad I backtracked and tracked down my suspicion but I was dumbfounded that something like that could suddenly, almost subliminally "get" to me. Especially since I wasn't watching or listening intently: I was paying bills, posting on the boards, etc., with the DVD on in the background.
Go figure.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
