How to Ruin an Otherwise Good Day
Jan. 16th, 2009 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyrasantaeHmmm...
Nobody notified me that the "Rajaton sings Queen" album was already released, and so now I need that to complete my collection.
It's about the collection. As you'll see, I'm not really all that interested in the songs.
"I know they were going to release a 'Queen' album."
"Yeah, I have it, it's in my room."
"What!?"
"I have it."
"Was it recent? Was it in the last year?"
"I guess so, I got it at their last [Queen] concert." [Note: the concert was in October, and I didn't go because I didn't want to hear them singing cover songs with orchestra.]
"Dang, now I need to go buy it."
"You can borrow it from me."
"I could, but I'd still have to buy it. I have to have the real thing."
"But it *is* the real thing."
"I mean I have to *own* the real thing."
"What's the difference?"
"I have to OWN it. MY own copy. I have all of their other albums."
"As do I."
"..."
"What's wrong with borrowing it?"
">_>"
"..."
[and then she started getting into how much of her stuff is autographed by them, and ya know, in the back of my mind, both times that I had them sign my things, I made the experience more personal. The first time I sneaked backstage to talk to them; the second time I gave them a drawing even though it was just the typical autograph-table -setup. In the end, I find that with stories and experiences, it is not the "what" but the "how" that makes them unique and meaningful. The "what" is not really worth showing off about.]
And even though I don't really listen to Rajaton all that much anymore, they're still special to me: they were the first people I saw in person whom I knew explicitly were Finnish. And I said hello to them.
Yeah, she totally didn't seem to understand the sanctity of all Finnish objects in my life. Because I'm so far away, every little bit of Finland I have here (and, upon reflection, I really do have a lot) is sacred to me. Most of my friends are Christian; Finland is as sacred to me as Jesus Christ is to them. Anyway, that conversation kind of totally ruined my evening.
Nobody notified me that the "Rajaton sings Queen" album was already released, and so now I need that to complete my collection.
It's about the collection. As you'll see, I'm not really all that interested in the songs.
"I know they were going to release a 'Queen' album."
"Yeah, I have it, it's in my room."
"What!?"
"I have it."
"Was it recent? Was it in the last year?"
"I guess so, I got it at their last [Queen] concert." [Note: the concert was in October, and I didn't go because I didn't want to hear them singing cover songs with orchestra.]
"Dang, now I need to go buy it."
"You can borrow it from me."
"I could, but I'd still have to buy it. I have to have the real thing."
"But it *is* the real thing."
"I mean I have to *own* the real thing."
"What's the difference?"
"I have to OWN it. MY own copy. I have all of their other albums."
"As do I."
"..."
"What's wrong with borrowing it?"
">_>"
"..."
[and then she started getting into how much of her stuff is autographed by them, and ya know, in the back of my mind, both times that I had them sign my things, I made the experience more personal. The first time I sneaked backstage to talk to them; the second time I gave them a drawing even though it was just the typical autograph-table -setup. In the end, I find that with stories and experiences, it is not the "what" but the "how" that makes them unique and meaningful. The "what" is not really worth showing off about.]
And even though I don't really listen to Rajaton all that much anymore, they're still special to me: they were the first people I saw in person whom I knew explicitly were Finnish. And I said hello to them.
Yeah, she totally didn't seem to understand the sanctity of all Finnish objects in my life. Because I'm so far away, every little bit of Finland I have here (and, upon reflection, I really do have a lot) is sacred to me. Most of my friends are Christian; Finland is as sacred to me as Jesus Christ is to them. Anyway, that conversation kind of totally ruined my evening.
