Edward's post this week about possibly writing his review on the movie Bohemian Rhapsody reminded me that I wanted to talk about this, so I tip my proverbial hat to you Edward. Recently my friend called me out for being a fake Queen fan because I had not heard every song they had ever written. He claimed that he has heard every song ever released by his favorite artist, Childish Gambino. Now while that seems like that might be a bit unreasonable he isn't necessarily wrong there weren't many songs off their two Greatest Hits albums that I could name, which is pretty shameful for someone who has a Queen flag in their room. So I set out to listen to every Queen album available on Spotify, so far I have gotten through four full albums, they have a lot of music. I found myself kind of ashamed about how little of their discography I was familiar with, and how little I actually loved albums I claimed as my favorites. When I fully listened to Night at the Opera I added only one song that I didn't have before to my playlist, I feel pretty awful about it. But I truthfully still believe their my favorite band, even if I don't love even a majority of their songs the songs I do love have changed both my taste in music and who I am as a person. I love Queen and I still have a lot of music to make it through so I still might find songs I never knew I loved. Most of all I can't wait to go back to my friend and say that I have officially listened to every song they have ever written.
On a completely different note, this past Saturday was Relay for Life. Relay for Life was a huge event in my town and with the student of my school, so naturally I saw a bunch of Bedford High Alumni there. Being the sociable and polite person I claim to be I went up to them and asked them how they were doing. Do you ever start a conversation with a person and every second of that conversation wish that you were no longer in that conversation? That is how I felt in one of my conversations. I saw a boy who I was not that close to in High School on the outskirts of the track and I went up to him to say hello. This simple mistake led to an almost two hour long conversation about every aspect of both of our lives since our respective graduations (him being a year older than me). Many times the conversation trailed off and we were left walking in silence. I have no clue how he couldn't tell that I was itching to leave that interaction. There is no way I am that interesting, why did he want to talk to me for that long. My only escape was when they announced that there were free bagels for all the Relay for Life participants, he ran off to get one I slunk back into the shadows to disappear without a trace. Moral of the story is that everyone should be better at recognizing when a conversation has died and when to move on with your life and find someone else to talk to.
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