it seems like I should say, as long as this is love, but it's not all that easy...

This feels self indulgent...

But....

Isn't having a blog a bit self indulgent?

30 Days of ME Day 1: Your favorite song Day 2: Your favorite movie Day 3: Your favorite television program Day 4: Your favorite book Day 5: Your favorite quote Day 6: Whatever tickles your fancy Day 7: A photo that makes you happy Day 8: A photo that makes you angry/sad Day 9: A photo you took Day 10: A photo of you taken over ten years ago Day 11: A photo of you taken recently Day 12: Whatever tickles your fancy Day 13: A fictional book Day 14: A non-fictional book Day 15: A fanfic Day 16: A song that makes you cry (or nearly) Day 17: An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.) Day 18: Whatever tickles your fancy Day 19: A talent of yours Day 20: A hobby of yours Day 21: A recipe Day 22: A website Day 23: A YouTube video Day 24: Whatever tickles your fancy Day 25: Your day, in great detail Day 26: Your week, in great detail Day 27: This month, in great detail Day 28: This year, in great detail Day 29: Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days Day 30: Whatever tickles your fancy

Day 1 - Favorite Song

How can I possibly choose just one song that is my favorite? The video is nothing special but the song is amazing.

Anna Begins - Counting Crows (please ignore how the playlist says "THE Counting Crows". There is no THE)/

Here are the lyrics from the album version. The live version I posted is a bit different.... My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing." I am not worried, I am not overly concerned. My friend implores me, "For one time only, make an exception." I am not worried. Wrap her up in a package of lies, Send her off to a coconut island. I am not worried, I am not overly concerned with the status of my emotions. "Oh," she says, "you're changing." We're always changing... It does not bother me to say this isn't love. Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love. And I guess I'm gonna have to live with that. But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey, Or something in between, And I can always change my name If that's what you mean. My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing." But I am not really worried, I am not overly concerned. You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself To make yourself forget. To make yourself forget. I am not worried. "If it's love," she said, "then we're gonna have to think about the consequences." But she can't stop shaking and I can't stop touching her and... This time when kindness falls like rain It washes her away. And Anna begins to change her mind. "These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days," she says. And I'm not ready for this sort of thing. But I'm not gonna break and I'm not gonna worry about it anymore. I'm not gonna bend, and I'm not gonna break. And I'm not going to worry about it anymore. It seems like I should say, "As long as this is love..." But it's not all that easy, so maybe I should Snap her up in a butterfly net and pin her down on a photograph album. I am not worried cuz I've done this sort of thing before. But then I start to think about the consequences, And I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and... This time when kindness falls like rain It washes me away. And Anna begins to change my mind. And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love and, Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing. She's talking in her sleep. It's keeping me awake. And Anna begins to toss and turn. And every word is nonsense but I understand and, Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing. Her kindness bangs a gong, It's moving me along. And Anna begins to fade away. It's chasing me away. She disappears, and Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing.

What's your favorite song?