I have this thing about the Taylor Swift song “You Belong With Me.” I clutch on the title every time I’m about to announce it on the radio. I have a strong, almost overwhelming desire to call it “You Belong TO Me.” It occurred to me that perhaps there is a deep-seated psychological reason for this within me. Am I a really possessive person? Well, I don’t think so, but I’m always on the lookout for areas in which I’m not terribly self-aware, so I guess this deserves some delving into.
I’m pretty sure, upon at least a modicum of introspection, that I really am not overly possessive--of things, people, you name it--but then why the clutch on that title? I don’t get hung up on any other titles to speak of. So is there some latent possessiveness, some desire to have control that festers deep within me that I’m not hip to?
Lately in life I suppose that I have just gotten used to being in charge. I’m in management, such as it is, at work. I live alone, so I’m in charge there, at least when Josie the cat permits me to be. I see a pattern developing. But really, being in charge of those things doesn’t really “do it” for me. It’s more happenstance than anything else. Being in radio management allows me to goof around on the air for a living. And I’m certainly not committed to living alone. That’s just how it happens to be right now.
For now I guess I’ll just chalk it up to a random mental glitch, and do the blog equivalent of taking two aspirin and calling in the morning. I’ll keep you apprised if this manifests itself elsewhere.