This post brought to you from the inspiration of the coolest 90’s play list on Spotify.
Remember when you were like, seventeen, and you saw the Animal Cracker love scene on Armageddon for the first time? And it wasn’t even that the scene was all that great, but the sound track swelled and Liv Tyler was all, ‘baby do you think it’s possible that anyone is doing this very same thing at this very same moment?’ And Ben Affleck was all, ‘I hope so, because otherwise what the hell are we trying to save?’ And your seventeen year old heart almost burst along with Aerosmith’s lyrics, because you knew, in that very moment, exactly what true love was.
Maybe it was just me.
Man, I was sure that song was it. That was love. Because when love (or perhaps infatuation) is new, you can actually stay up all night, and every little thing is huge. The thought of losing any one moment is just too terrible to bear, and you actually don’t want to miss a thing. (As a teen I was also incredibly swept up by the notion of saving the world, and that particular line delivery, but that’s a blog post for another day 😉 )
Love is different when you’re grown up isn’t it? More realistic mostly, allowing for more sleep occasionally, and less questionable a good portion of the time.
I have distant memories of being obsessed with one particular boy as a teen, and my mother one day telling me that a boy had called, but she didn’t know who. First up, I was like ‘why didn’t you ask?’ Not just for courtesy’s sake, but I am a little concerned she didn’t rain down the equivalent of the Spanish inquisition upon whoever it was. Rest assured that when it comes to my own girls, I shall!
Secondly, I then rang my best friend to discuss who it could possibly be. After discounting any and all logical assumptions, we both decided it must be my crush. There was no other option, and it was only reasonable that I call him back. (Of course I had memorised his number from the phone book.)
Thankfully, for the sake of my dignity, (and ability to be seen anywhere in his vicinity ever again), he wasn’t home. And no one there asked who I was either – parents seemed much more relaxed back then.
It never occurred to either of us (my friend or myself), that perhaps my existence was a little less important to him, than his was to me. He might as well have been the only male in the universe with a phone connection for all the conclusions we were drawing. It’s for this very reason that sometime in the not too distant future, I’ll be locking my eldest daughter up for the next decade. It’s the safest option. (I’m obviously joking.)
Oh how I am so glad I’m not that age any more.
Thankfully for Boatman and I, it didn’t take too long for ‘I don’t wanna miss a thing,’ to become ‘Don’t Speak,’ which probably inspired some clichéd eating of chocolate or ice-cream, but I can’t remember.
What I am aware of though, is that while I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing is up there as one of my all time favourite love songs, I’m quite happy for it to be metaphorical.
I actually do want to close my eyes.
I’m happy to miss some things.
I desperately want to fall asleep and stay asleep until I’m ready to wake up, and not because someone needs something, or chooses to hit their sister outside my bedroom door.
And I don’t want anyone to play with animal biscuits on my tummy; crumbs just aren’t cool people.
I will quite happily trade the hype and rush and emotion of good long songs and new romance, for sleep, sanity, and the comfort of my marriage. And the swell of inspiring music or not, I think that world is just as worth saving. 🙂
Do you have a favourite 90’s love song?
Were you a tragic romantic as a teen?
How do you feel about animal crackers?