Dearest Rachel –
One of the nice things about the autumn is being able to coordinate clothes. A plain old sweatshirt can be made to look like business casual gear if you wear a collared shirt (either a dress shirt or polo, it doesn’t necessarily matter – although I prefer the latter, as it doesn’t remind me of the need to wear a tie) underneath it. And by switching what you wear underneath, you can expand the variety in your wardrobe exponentially without having to add more clothes to your closet.
In particular, I like that I get to wear this sweatshirt you got me (with my help finding it, of course) for a Christmas a few years ago:
To be sure, there’s a bit of a disadvantage to it, in that I can only really wear it on a Friday, but I can live with that.
And you know why this is… since the shirt basically reads off the entire lyric in traffic sign style. Follow along, now…
Oddly enough, it’s not one of ‘our songs’; this one wasn’t even released until about the time we got married, so it wasn’t on our radar such that we would have made it part of our mix tape exchange during those days we were courting. Rather, it was one of those many songs we found ourselves listening to as part of our otaku experience, as it was made into an anime music video of Kareshi Kanojo no Jijou, a story of two overachieving high schoolers who find love in each other even as they deal with their own individual sets of demons (as all high schoolers do – although some of these were both more comedic and dramatic than one’s typical high school life).
I don’t know how much you ever found yourself relating to Yukino, as you had been considered one of the ‘brains’ of your class, only to find yourself in somewhat over your head at college, but I could relate to Souichiro on more levels than most (in particular, over the fact that we were both adopted – although his situation was made much more difficult by the fact that he’d been adopted by an uncle, and his biological parents were… let’s just say, the black sleep of the family tree, meaning that he was expected to be no better, and looked down upon by most of his upper-class extended family. Of course, my experience as an adoptee was so much more pleasant and smooth, but in retrospect, I still made more effort to please my parents than I might have otherwise. For the most part, I don’t think about it all that often, but when I do, I consider that part of my life to be allegorical of one’s Christian life).
In any event, I’ve always enjoyed showing this shirt off – and occasionally playing the song on my phone to illustrate each of the little signs – since you got it for me.
I just wish I could still be like that on Fridays. And every day, come to that.
Admittedly, the song seems to describe a day-to-day, we’ll-see-how-I-feel-tomorrow kind of relationship; and I can’t imagine life like that, in any event. Maybe that’s the kind that can’t cut loose except during weekends, when it’s ‘date night’? Or maybe it’s deeper than that, where despite all the hardships and heartbreaks of the week, when it’s all said and done at the end of it all, I the singer am in love with you the listener. If that’s what it means, I’m behind that one hundred percent. Besides, it’s got such a sweet melody behind it, too.
But again, you’re no longer here to express that to, and there’s no one else to whom I could offer those sentiments.
So… what happens on Friday now?