Three or so years ago, my boyfriend (at the time) gave me his favorite book as a gift, The Catcher in the Rye. After breaking up and dating other people, I finally got to reading the book… and I couldn’t put it down. Honestly, I didn’t want the story to end. It was a fun, quick and mindless read that made me muffle my laughs while reading in public.
Here’s the strange thing though… I couldn’t shake the image of my ex boyfriend. There’s this uncanny resemblance between he and J.D. Salinger’s main character, Holden Caulfield-the poster child of teenage angst.
“That is crazy” exclaimed my best friend, “but it kinda makes sense” she continued. “I think the things that are important to us, we emulate and manifest into our own lives…” she reflected on my observation.
And it made me wonder, what or who do I emulate? Have you ever thought about that before? Can you answer that question, like, this second? ‘Cause I can’t.
This really bothers me more than it should, I’m sure, but I can’t help it. More and more people ask me who my favorite guitarist is and it’s really difficult to answer because I never listen to a band just because they have a killer guitarist. I simply like the overall sound. Should I, though?
Maybe the epitome of the guitarist I want to be is just tucked away in my subconscious mind. Yeah… that. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it (for now).