{"id":9880,"date":"2020-10-07T09:00:54","date_gmt":"2020-10-07T14:00:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=9880"},"modified":"2020-10-07T09:00:57","modified_gmt":"2020-10-07T14:00:57","slug":"a-spotify-ad-really-read-me-like-that","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2020\/10\/07\/a-spotify-ad-really-read-me-like-that\/","title":{"rendered":"A Spotify Ad Really Read Me Like That"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

\u201cHow can you miss someone you\u2019ve never met?\u201d<\/span><\/i>
<\/span><\/i>\u201c\u2018Cause I need you now and I don\u2019t know you yet.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0I heard these lines for the first time when I was in the shower and an ad from Spotify started blaring through my phone speakers. At first, I felt annoyed, because I was expecting another track from my \u201cSerotonin\u201d playlist to begin, but not having the willpower to step out of the acrylic tub at my home with the conditioner running down my hair, I decided to let it continue. I stuck my head back under the warm water being expelled from the shower head, but found myself pausing once the musician, Alexander 23, sang those two lines. I had to physically stop what I was doing in order to process what I had just heard; those lyrics may seem corny, but when I listened to them, I felt seen, in a weird way.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Recently, I have been experiencing the odd yet comforting sensation of feeling like <\/span>somebody<\/span><\/i> is out in the world waiting for me. When I come against my anxieties about finding my purpose in life, there is always this sense of warmth that floods over me and reminds me that everything is working out the way it is supposed to. I truly could not tell you why I feel this so strongly; I just do. When I picture this person, I don\u2019t see anything: not a gender, not an age, not a height, no facial features, nothing distinguishable about them at all, but I still <\/span>see<\/span><\/i> them. I see the colors that remind me of them: green, red, and blue, and I see the way their heart glows.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0I\u2019m not sure if I believe in soulmates of any kind, but I do like to think that when you meet someone who is going to be important to you, you\u2019ll just know. I cannot figure out what type of connection I have with this person; all I know is that it is there and I can feel it in every inch of my body. They could be a classmate I meet in a writing class who likes coffee and enjoys really, really clich\u00e9 romance novels. They could be an elderly person I sit with at a caf\u00e9 every morning who has lived a thousand different lives and tells me all about them. They could be a partner I meet by chance while on vacation in one of <\/span>those<\/span><\/i> states with \u201ccharacter.\u201d They could be anybody–a friend, a mentor, a lover, but at the end of the day, all that matters is that they just<\/span> are<\/span><\/i>. I like to think they are experiencing this kind of pull too. Maybe as I\u2019m writing this, they\u2019re having one of those moments of warmth…or maybe they aren\u2019t and they\u2019re just trying to watch that Criminal Minds rerun marathon in peace.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Either way, I know I\u2019ll meet them in due time.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201cHow can you miss someone you\u2019ve never met?\u201d\u201c\u2018Cause I need you now and I don\u2019t know you yet.\u201d \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0I heard these lines for the first time when I was in the shower and an ad from Spotify started blaring through my phone speakers. At first, I felt annoyed, because I was expecting another … Continue reading “A Spotify Ad Really Read Me Like That”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":68,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9880"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/68"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9880"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9880\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9963,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9880\/revisions\/9963"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9880"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9880"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9880"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}