I’ve always been sort of a loner, never been much for big social gatherings and I wouldn’t claim to be a social butterfly by any stretch of the imagination. I’ve always had a standoffish type persona I guess, one where I’ve been expected to have sarcasm available at any given second (and I do) and I’m expected to be bitchy (and I am) when the situation calls for it, and I’m expected to be demanding and results driven, none of which I dispute. But all of these things that I am go against this one thing.
I dig Miley and Billy Ray Cyrus.
Oh the weight that just lifted off of me. Wow. I feel so free. Yes, I confess, I like them. I loved Billy Ray Cyrus when I was a teenager, not because I thought he was hot (stars have never held that WOW HE’S HOT factor for me) but because I loved his music. I enjoyed Some Gave All and would frequently skip Achy Breaky because I disliked the song and thought it atypical. I love all kinds of music, but what I love about it most is the story, if there is one. I like my share of dance music and pop music too, but I love music that tells a story and even more if it’s uplifting in its story.
I saw the video for Miley Cyrus’ song from Hannah Montana. It’s a good song, it’s uplifting, inspirational and it’s a story that’s even extended with a movie.
Admitting this exposes me to an amount of lameness I have to acknowledge that I possess inside. So I accept it, embrace it and make it my own.
So yeah, I dig Miley and Billy Ray and I even watched that show Doc he starred in on PAXtv, lol! He’s a good actor too, guess that runs in the family.
So what of it anyways? Isn’t there some lameness in you? Want to confess?
