But, instead of throwing in the towel and hitting the big, red 'delete' button on Madgespace, I shall endure! I SHAN'T GIVE UP.
Instead, I will let you in on the made-up, nonsensical lyrics Andy and I have for songs.
'Battlefield' by Jordin Sparks
- "Why does love always feel like a wagon wheel? A wagon wheel, a wagon wheel.."
- "Farkis, Car2Go...all we need is somebody to lean on."
'Royals' by Lorde
- "That kind of luxe just ain't for us, we drive a different kind of bus."
Those lyric changes are't funny. They're not clever. They're not even interesting. But what they do indicate is that, if you spend enough time with someone, you form your own language.
You also start to stockpile inside jokes that are so unfunny they're not so much jokes as 'inside thought moments'. These parallel brain experiences are set off by the smallest things—a certain word in a radio ad, the way the bus driver's cough sounds, a particular appetizer offering at a party. Whatever it may be, you'll look across the room at each other with a knowing grin and nod. Yes, we both caught that. We're thinking the same, pointless thing. Indeed, that man's cough sounded like that one part of that one YouTube video that we like to quote on occasion. No need to talk about it. Just a grin and a brief nod is enough.
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| Couldn't find a good image for 'telepathy', so I Googled 'staring contest' instead. The guy on the left has a pumpkin stem for hair. Image by Vectorink via Wikimedia Commons |
Goodnight,
Margaret
P.S. I'm pretty sure this blog made zero sense, but it reminded me of that time Barbie and I said "There's a snake in my boot" in unison completely unprovoked. Something—an airplane passing overhead, the smell of popcorn wafting down the hall, a slight flicker in the light—must have caused us to both think it and vocalize it. But we'll never know exactly why it happened.
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