On being 13 and the doors.

When I was 13 was when I first became conscious of life. Everything felt so much more intense than it had ever before and for the first time I was discovering myself. I would listen, really listen, to led zeppelin in my room every day, as I wrote in my journal awful poetry about things I didn't understand yet. 13 was the age I first fell in love. It felt so much deeper than any of the silly crushes I had formed in my childhood, nothing could compare to the, deep, primal, feeling that sent electricity to every last part of my body, and left my brain feeling fuzzy and my cheeks flushed. Our break up coincided with my introduction to The Doors. He had left me for a mean, jealous, conniving girl, who he came up with all sorts of cutesy nicknames for and shared, coincidentally, the same love for The Doors. Now for a 13 year old girl, it was devastating, and I made a silent promise to loathe The Doors and every last song that they probably crooned to each other. All my friends had the T-shirt with Jim Morrison passed out on stage, praised his poetry, and owned their cd's, but I would have none of it. It wasn't until a few years later that I could finally stomach some of their songs, but even then, nothing to do with love, they were still dating, and would date for 3 years total (of course). Finally they broke up and in the accidental, funny way life can be, we re fell in love. A mix between hurt feeling subsided and time finally allowed me to listen to The Doors, still now I only really love a couple of songs, my 13 year old biting feelings have long, lonnnnng subsided, and we're about to have been together for 4 years already, so why certain songs still make me sick, I'm not sure, but when Adrian caught me listening to them and asked "Don't you hate The Doors?" I couldn't help but laugh at life's impeccable sense of humor.