Corona Virus, or the fallout from, has officially broken my will to write. I have carried my crippled laptop with me from room to room looking for inspiration, finding nothing but half finished home improvement projects and reruns of 90 Day Fiancé. I could give up and put aside writing for the time being, but writing makes me laugh because I’m the kind of idiot that laughs at my own jokes.
I promised myself I would write once this week and after 20 minutes staring at my dying battery and a room temperature slice of pizza, I’ve officially searched every crevice of my pathetic heart and soul. The only light I found was Taylor Swift.
What a sweet little peach pie of a human. She saved us all with her sparkling diamond of an album in Act 2, Scene 3 of Corona.
Last week I plugged my earphones in, ready for really anything, since I’m a millennial and tend to hate music that doesn’t resonate with me emotionally, physically, spiritually, and honestly hyperbolically. Immediately I knew that Taylor had outdone herself. She managed to write the kind of music with Folklore that made me feel like a 30 year old teenager. Not like Josey Grossey in Never Been Kissed or anything as horrific as that. Rather her music transported me back to the completely overwhelming experience of having emotions at level 11, while simultaneously grounding me with rational and mature lyrics written for someone who has definitely (hopefully?) grown past the emotion of:
As for now I’m gonna hear the saddest songsDashboard Confessional
And sit alone and wonder
How you’re making out
But as for me, I wish that I was anywhere with anyone
I fell in love with Taylor late in life with her 1989 album (2014 as confusing as that might be) when my friend Amy forced it down my throat so that I could feel the same feelings as her. I listened to that album 100 million times as I went through a ridiculously drawn out pre-breakup, followed by an actual breakup, from the longest relationship I had ever participated in. Through it all, Taylor gave me life. My now ex continuously teased me for liking the “popstar” with her pink microphones and her country music background.
After he was gone, I swore that I would unabashedly swear my allegiance to Taylor, and to the color pink in protest of the life I felt I had escaped. I also swore I would only date men with driver’s licenses but that’s a whole extra Taylor Swift song. I have to admit I went a little overboard but they weren’t wrong when they said “you can’t have much of a good thing”. My online dating profile said little more than, “I love Taylor Swift” and something about having the hots for Tim Curry in a Muppet Treasure Island (if you didn’t, you’re a bold faced liar or not into pirates). It might sound like a weird dating profile, but hey, it drew Kyle in like bees to pollinator garden.
But on behalf of myself, my best friends from middle school, everyone I follow on Instagram, and most people with a human heart, thank goodness for Taylor, and Folklore, and each lyric that cuts to the root of what every single person has really been digging into the last 5 months in isolation.
I mean, at the very least, last Monday I was pretty much only texting my friends about 90 Day Fiancé and now I’m texting them about 90 Day AND Taylor Swift and I think that really shows the impact that she has made on this period of my life.
It also probably means that I should read more.