The More you Know

So I'm listening to this podcast that I often listen to, and today's webisode is people talking about being dumped and the pain/comedy that ensues. The lady speaking right now just said something which got me to thinking, which in turn got me to writing, which in turn is getting you to reading.

She was making a joke/point about how after she got dumped, and was heartbroken she made it a point to listen to cheesy sappy love songs. She noted that she had no idea how many love songs there were out there till everyone she seemingly went she heard every single one of them. Grocery stores, elevators, Starbucks, (insert a long list of public places that play songs here). Which, if you have ever been dumped, it's okay I wont tell, you do know exactly what she means. 

Anyway it got me to thinking how interesting and unfolding life can be like that. Is it just me or does anyone else ever notice that the more you start to learn, or experience or go through, the more you can appreciate the world around you? Take for example the young lady who had been dumped, she can now have a better appreciation for the so called cheesy nature of love songs. Yet in actuality they are not so much as cheesy as they are true, until you are the one who has been hurt. For example, personally, each time I see the FedEx logo I immediately notice the arrow in the logo (hit me up if you need me to point it out to you...its between the e and x in the white space that connects them google image it). The point is not that I shamelessly will plug FedEx and Google in my blog, but just to more or less mention how much I truly love learning new little things, and sometimes bigger things about the world we occupy. 

I'm not even sure I can properly put into words exactly what it is I am trying to say, and if it is coming across as a babblish rant, sorry. What I suppose I'm getting at is that, life is fun, I truly enjoy it, and am enamored with the prospect of learning new things, experiencing new things, both fun and sad. I take great pride in experience as it is the pushing force that essentially makes life exciting. 

I seriously could keep going but my little sister just texted me, she had her high school orientation today and just wants to know..."hey what is Homecoming? the girls giving the tour today kept talking about it"

Remember when you didn't know what homecoming was? Soon enough she will know, and soon enough she will have a crush on an older boy, soon enough she will love, and be loved, and soon enough she will have her heartbroken, and shortly there after her brother will be there to support her and point her to the nearest public place where they play cheesy sappy music. 

But for now, it's just Homecoming