We are a very music driven society. Music is what moves us. One of the few things that can actual cause a reaction in our desensitized society. It often can speak the words of our soul when we have randomly gone mute.
So what do we do with these songs of emotion? We make a mix tape.
Now obviously no one uses tapes anymore, so technically it’s a mix CD or playlist, but I will never call it that. It just doesn’t flow as well as mix tape. Mix tape sounds more personal. But Please note, when I say mix tape it usually comes in the form of a compact disc.
I don’t make mixes that often. And by that often I mean like once a year. I also am very cautionary about sharing music with people. Music is such a personal subject for everyone that it is easy to get offended, hurt or rejected when sharing it.
So actually breaking down and making someone a mix tape is a pretty big freaking deal.
Recently I had a friend who I was very close to. Best friends obviously. This guy was incredible. So I made him a mix tape to show him how incredible he was.
I don’t think he got the reference because he has lost interested in me and doesn’t talk to me anymore.
What the hell? Did you miss the part where I made you a mix tape? Obviously that means I’m freaking in love with you, am I the only one who gets the meaning of the damn mix tape? Mix Tape = Love. And nothing less in my mind.
SO! You made the mix tape, you were rejected (don’t worry, I’m sure you will be appealing to someone someday, me too) and now all of your favourite songs are tainted with this persons lingering memory.
So what is the solution?
I’m sorry to say it is a rubbish one. The only way you will ever steal back your songs is to listen to the mix tape over and over again.
At first it will hurt like hell (I know, I’m going through the process as we speak). Your mind will be flooded with this person and the pain will be there as well. BUT! I promise you if you continue to listen, pretty soon you will make new memories with these songs and you will soon heal with the songs as well, making you fine to listen without pain. You can even see the name of the person on the mix tape and be fine.
You could always go to the person’s house, knock on their door and when they answer throw the mix tape at them and yell “I’M SORRY! I MADE YOU A MIX TAPE! ACCEPT IT AND LOVE ME!”
These are just some thoughts.