Oh, P!nk, I don’t know if I quite realized it at the time I recorded this song, but I friggin’ love you. I didn’t really know your music back in 2013 but I kinda knew who you were, and I don’t think I liked you, mostly because of the exclamation point. I have issues, P!nk.
At some point, we’ll get to the song that really made me fall in love with you, but once I actually paid attention to this song, I knew I was listening to a kindred spirit. This song is totally my jam, P!nk. While my childhood sounds a lot less depressing than yours was, I know exactly what it means to not want to be friends with yourself. I’m an impossible mix of self-absorption and self-loathing. Like take this last Monday. I was bragging myself the hell up, talking about how awesome I am at my job. Since then, I’ve been asking myself repeatedly, “Who the hell do you think you are?” And for me, both of those reactions are more than reasonable. Hell, P!nk, this blog itself is me writing about myself, thinking I’m so very interesting, and at the same time lambasting myself for being so impertinent as to think I have anything interesting to say.
Anyway, P!nk, I think I already got me, so it’s too late for me. But thank you for letting me know that I’m not alone.