Chapter 34 of High Fidelity.
Warning you in advance: This will only make sense if you’re A) a music nerd, and B) have read High Fidelity (by Nick Hornby) and ever gone, “Oh Jesus, this is going to be my life, isn’t it?”
That said, I would like to live the Chapter 34 of my life already. Even if that means getting my marriage proposal rejected (seriously, the horror!); To know that I’d found my archetypal Laura-in-male-form, to have expressed that much, to have gotten that much wiser and that much farther in my life to have kept her/him even up to Chapter 35… That would be enough.
I’m not even twenty-something yet, but I already agree with Rob in this passage, and I’m just plain sick of the transience of everything (meaning, people):
(Read and replace the concept of “marriage” with that of “commitment” and “got married to” with “committed to a long-term relationship”)
“See, I’ve always been afraid of marriage because of, you know, ball and chain, I want my freedom, all that. But when I was thinking about that stupid girl I suddenly saw it was the opposite: That if you got married to someone you know you love, and you sort yourself out, it frees you up for other things. I know you don’t know how you feel about me, but I do know how I feel about you. I know I want to stay with you and I keep pretending otherwise, to myself and you, and we just limp on and on. It’s like we sign a new contract every few weeks or so, and I don’t want that anymore. And I know that if we got married I’d take it seriously, and I wouldn’t want to mess about.” - Rob.
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Admittedly, I can’t get myself to read through the middle of High Fidelity sometimes. I only really love the beginning and end. The middle is…well. The middle. (see also, that Jimmy Eat World song)
Sometimes, I feel like I’m doing the same thing with my life - Reading, but only barely, flying past pages/moments/years that seem “unimportant” just so I can get to where it gets juicy, where there’s that final peak of tension before it resolves.
I’m not asking for a Plagal (haha) or a Perfect-Authentic Cadence. In fact, I’ll even take a Deceptive. Just no more non-chord tones or dominant chords.
…And no Half Cadences either.
