It's not sad. It's meaningful.
There are a million instances I can think of, that have happened, where people have disregarded a piece of music because the song was sad, and they didn't want it to ruin the mood.
When I listen to "sad" music, I compile a bunch of my own emotions, and not a one of them are sad. I get annoyed, for one, because the song might sound sad, but when people write lyrics or anything in general, why would they fray away from an emotion that is commonly felt? Why should they think about making upbeat lyrics, and just walking into a studio to write about emotions they don't feel?
I often feel like I'm the only one who listens to sad songs, and do not feel sad when I do. I feel related to, I feel content, I feel a sense of admiration in doing so. Maybe it's because I like throatier sounds, sounds that seem deep, and voices that are soft? It's a preference, and I'm not trying to deter someone just because their preference is different than mine. The thought is just a precedent I would like to set before I go on to spiel about something that might not make sense if you're not looking through particular lenses.
I listened to an artist's album today, titled I Met You When I was 18. (The Playlist). The singer's stage name is Lauv.
I wouldn't have listened to the album had I not watched the livestream on Instagram that Troye Sivan published with Lauv in it this afternoon. They were explaining a song they recently wrote together, and Lauv started his explanation of the song's origin, commemorating his album quickly. He said that it's full of hopeless love songs, the ones that often cloud mainstream music. He wanted to write a song that reflected off of that, and how people might be tired of listening to love songs, due to their certain situation in regards to their personal love life. I closed out of the livestream at that point, and then proceeded to go onto YouTube, and listen to Lauv and Troye Sivan's new song, and then immediately stray away from the song and play a playlist comprised of the album he had mentioned. The album had seventeen songs, and so I listened while I cleaned my kitchen at home.
One thing I noticed right away; the only song that was on the radio from the album was titled "I Like Me Better". Instantly, in the first few seconds of the song, my inference is that it's upbeat. The topic at hand is one that can be discussed without being a downer to someone's mood, or what kids these days, including me, say they can vibe with. As the album continued to play, Lauv did a great job of venturing off into things people don't particularly want to talk about when it comes to the discussion of love; falling out of love, realizing your significant other isn't on the same page, thanking them once everything's over and not regretting the good, and surprisingly, not regretting the bad. This is where my mind also trailed off. Into thoughts about writing songs myself, tangents of what it means to love, and songs that I could associate with the album as well. My mind was everywhere, and then my mind came to a screeching stop. I birthed another one of my infamous epiphanies:
The impact that certain people have on you isn't going to be as severe or as minor as the impact that you have on them.
And then, I came to a bigger epiphany that was a response to the first one: It does not matter, prioritization of people is okay and often times inevitable.
Have you ever been in love with someone, and they didn't feel the same way?
That's where my epiphanies plays into something more relative to a lot of people.
But have you really thought about yourself in that situation and was content?
Not content in a way where you are stuck. Stuck meaning you'll never find love and will always be alone. Don't allow yourself to amount to that. The words "don't settle" suddenly appeared in my head. Because you better not.
Your response about not meaning as much to someone as they mean to you should be less negative, and more definitive. And most times, more conclusive. Speak about who you love confidently, even if they don't find the memory of you as special as your memory of them. Even if you were less influential to them as they are to you.
I'm sick of feeling sorry for myself whenever I tell someone about how much I cared, and they reply offhandedly or like there was nothing and then I am left to question why. Don't question why. Leave the topic there, and move on.
There will be times where you mean more to other people, or maybe the same people. And maybe in those predicaments, you won't feel as strongly about their presence as they did yours. Don't feel sorry for them. Relish in the fact that it happened, let a healthy relationship progress. Healthy relationships are the only type of relationships that should exist.
I'm just excited to care about people, regardless of how they feel about me. It's a beautiful feeling and I never want it to dissipate.
Care about people more, and expect nothing in return. So when you get something in return, relationships become more special than they already are.
[ http://iccr.info/henna-tattoos-small-cross-bracelet/. When looking up a picture to decorate this entry, I first thought about how it most likely shouldn't be a personal one to me because I had done that previously. Then, I thought about bracelets. Mostly because my favorite song off of Lauv's album is that one and I wanted to acknowledge it even more. Talk about how Lauv's lyrics about keeping a bracelet that reminded him of the girl, and how he'll still wear it even though they're over. But for him, and not for the idea of them anymore. I liked that process because I could relate to the song tremendously. And then, I looked up images of bracelets, and I didn't like the idea of just a random bracelet on my entry, so I clicked into one of the suggested words I should use. I then started to look at rings connected to bracelets, and I started to think about connectivity in general. How our skin comes into contact with so many surfaces, so many other hands and various metals. What's permanent about that? What's safe about that? And then, I thought about the perfect idea of things that aren't permanent. Henna; then I liked that idea. It helped staple my mindset of how henna looks on different people. How it can be messed up before it's ready to be washed off. Before your skin absorbs it, and the pattern may not look the same as it does on other people. Perfect fit. So here's the picture I liked the most because it's more ominous than the other ones I saw on Google.]