I saw an ad for greeting cards the other day. The central image was of a message made to look handwritten in black ink on cream-colored stock. It’s feminine lettering read, “And suddenly all of the love songs were about you.” Apparently, this particular piece hails from the Love & Anniversary collection.
The implication I understood at once. The recipient of the card was the one the sender now associated with all love songs. Although the creator’s most likely intended interpretation (and certainly the obvious one), I would offer another perspective. I regard the card as a statement to myself.
When I truly stepped into recovery was when I realized that all the love songs were about me. With apologies to Michael Bublé, I just hadn’t met myself yet.
Seriously, Jerk Brain? 