Confession

We all have secrets.  Little lies that we tell each other and even convincing ourselves that they don't exist all in an effort to protect ourselves from judgment.  Secrets that hide behind that fake smile that we show to the world, all the while, our inner thoughts are plaguing us with guilt and fear.  I'm no different and if you're reading this, chances are, you deal with these thoughts every day.  "What if they find out?" you think, "What will they think?  Will they still like me?" Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.  It's only through confessing that some of the weight can be lifted off our conscience.

I've been racking my brain for a while over the decision whether or not to come clean to my friends and family.  I have laboured intensely for months with this inner turmoil and only now have decided that I should step forward and speak my truth.  Be who I am and own my decisions.  If people choose to continue being my friend or family members wish to disown me over my standing up and declaring my truth, then so be it.  I've been alone before and have come out the other side and I truly believe that, deep down, I'm still a good and decent person.  Like me or not, please respect my decision.

So here it goes:  As much as I love the ROCKY movies (with exception of Rocky V), I must confess to you all now...  I hate the song, "Eye of the Tiger"!!  There!  I've said it and as soon as I press the "publish" icon in the top right-hand corner of this page, the entire world or, at least, the one or two people who may take the time to read this drivel, will know my truth.  Either you, the reader, will accept me as an "Eye of the Tiger" hater or you won't.  I can't change your mind.  You'll have to come to that decision on your own.

   

Even though, at this precise moment, my secret is still just a secret, with the potential to remain hidden with the touch of the delete button, but I already feel a hundred times better about my life, having simply wrote it out.  This blog, if for no other reason, is therapeutic in some ways. In fact, so much weight has been lifted from my being, that it's giving me the confidence to admit some other transgressions.

I love the Top Gun movies.  Tom Cruise is probably my favourite actor, overall.  I've commented in the past that I like that, no matter how bat-shit crazy Cruise might get in his personal life (ie. The Oprah Show incident), I completely believe him in every role that he takes on.  His performances are spectacular and barring anything completely f*cked up, he'll always be my favourite actor.  That being said, I f*cking hate the song "Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins.  Loggins' voice sounds like two cats fighting.  I can barely struggle through it.  I think the only way that I am able to listen to it is my equal love of the cartoon, ARCHER, whose title character, absolutely adores Loggins and his 1986 hit.  When the song hits the airwaves, I think of Archer and it makes me smile.

There's a whole host of music that I dislike greatly.  Anything from RUSH or Zeppelin, although the latter is beginning to seep through my tough outer skin and I'm starting to like some of it.  However, my thoughts on The Beatles being the most overrated band in history, continues to be my belief and there are those who will agree with me, though they do not possess the courage to stand up and declare this fact, for all to witness.

Another confession that isn't really a confession, because I've openly declared my hatred of it, is the ELEANOR Mustang from the 2000 film, "Gone in 60 Seconds", starring Nicholas Cage.  I believe I liked it at the time, when the movie was released into theaters, but unfortunately, in the decades since its release, automotive customizers have flooded the market with clones.  Clones are, obviously, homages to the original movie car.  Some of these clones have garnered hundreds of thousands of dollars at auction.  There are so many clones out there that the widow of the original cars designer, Denise Halicki, has launched many lawsuits throughout the years, against people who built "unauthorized" Eleanor clones, including the late Carroll Shelby, in 2008.

The car is a stunning piece of work.  However, there are so many out in the world, that I've grown tired of seeing the damned things.  I like chocolate cake, but if I ate it everyday, I'd barf every time I saw a slice on a plate.

So there you have it folks.  I hate the songs "Eye of the Tiger" and "Danger Zone", two pieces of music that exist in the zeitgeist of human history.  Two songs that possess the default setting of everyone (must) love it, but no.  This is not the case.  Not with me.  I have to go against the grain on this one, as I do on many subjects.  I gotta be me.  I have to be individual, apart from the masses.  I must be that square peg that forces itself into the round hole.  I am the proverbial aardvark!