Since Taylor Swift came to market with her catchy tunes, and heart breakingly true lyrics, I’ve joked that she was reading from my diary (along with every other girl in the world).
However, the joke is over and now I’ve been trapped in her album.
With every growing fling I can feel myself being pulled towards another song. And while I enjoy the constant sound track to my love life enough is enough.
I’m tired of being able to predict the outcomes of my courtships, or ex-ships for that matter, already knowing the point when things will start going sour. Seeing the pain points brought to light by the tall blonde are just making me miserable in the beginning (though I was hoping my anti-anxiety pills would let me stop being anxiety girl – giving me the ability to jump to the worse conclusions possible at a seconds notices – sadly TSwift’s lyrics cause me to put my cape back on).
So I’m asking to be pulled out of my T-Swift funk. I want to leave her album and move on to something more uplifting, something more about she-woman power and less about the men who I opt to date.
While I love my Swifty-poo I’m just over the stage of endless dating to find the person who might make me feel like they are “Mine.” I’m tired of constantly always getting back together with the wrong person, of burning pictures (plus the fire department isn’t a fan of that) and I’ve exhausted my revenges plots on the men who leave me for someone else (okay I don’t really do that, I just go back to them instead).
What I’m trying to get at is that I’m done with being 22 (for about a year and a half ago now actually) and am ready for a different album to be my ear worm. T-Swift will always have a special place in my heart that, like Adele, is reserved for break ups, but currently with this new stage in my life I need a new album to wander through – preferably one that has nothing to do with men and the lack of relationships I’m hoping to find in the upcoming months.
Sorry girl, but it’s time for me to fly solo for a bit and though I know you wish I would stay, stay, stay, I have to go, go, go.
Perhaps old school Destiny’s Child will be getting a call soon…after all I am a momma who profits dollahs.