I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s alright
That Bob Dylan song has been with me for sometime. Of course the version I am always singing is the one The Clumsy Lovers play. It just sums it up so perfectly. I mean really, couldn’t he have told me this say 15 years ago? I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind, you could have done better but I don’t mind. Why wait until we have had years and years of wonderful history, built a life together, then finally start to settle down, move to a city we love, buy a house, think about children? Go now? When everything is coming together? When it is too late to relive some of those dreams I had years ago and gave up for him? Yep. You just kinda wasted my precious time, but don’t think twice, it’s alright.
Bob Dylan isn’t the only one with lyrics that speak to the situation.
I disappeared in you,
You disappeared from me.
I gave you everything you ever wanted,
wasn’t what you wanted.
Ah Bono, sometimes you just nail it. This is exactly how I feel. And I don’t want to feel like that again. I don’t want to give myself up for someone else only to have them then realize that everything they thought they wanted (that you had given them), is not what they wanted. Is there a point to all of this? No. Just thought I’d share what’s been stuck on repeat in my head. You’re welcome.
On a side note, since buying a car I’ve had very little contact with the man who was my closest friend for the last eighteen years. I knew he was going to Jamaica with the airline credit from the trip he didn’t make with me, so it came as no surprise when I received an email telling me he had returned. Hi Kittycat. Back from Jamaica. Had a fun and relaxing trip. Sent you a postcard. Gee, thanks. When last we met, he was still wearing his wedding ring. But perhaps he tossed that eternally yours into the sea whilst lying on the beach somewhere in Montego Bay.