Okay, fine, I'll admit it: I love this song.
The song that's playing pretty much everywhere right now, "Can't Feel My Face" by The Weeknd – I just can't it out of my head. And not in a bad way (Not yet, at least. Let me hear a few dozen more times and see what happens).
Maybe it's the catchy songwriting, or this killer video (those dance moves!), or maybe it's the face that it's a "love song" that's a bit different from what the kids are used to.
I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it
This song is not about love, kids. It's about drugs.
I'm going to step out and say this song is about being in love with cocaine – and all the highs and lows that come with addiction.
She told me, "Don't worry about it,"
She told me, "Don't worry no more,"
We both know we can't go without it,
She told me you'll never be alone, oh oh ooh
It's all about how drugs can fill that hole in your chest, if only for a little while.
I guess drugs are kind of on my mind lately as I prepare to quit smoking. (Cigarettes, that is. I don't mess with anything other than nicotine and coffee. Don't do drugs and stay in school, kids!!)
Quitting has been on the calendar for some time now – I chose a big moment in my life, a concrete transition to mark the "this is my last cigarette" moment. November 24th. After that, no more cigarettes for me.
I'm really nervous, though. I know I can do it – but at the same time, I know it's going to suck. I love my drug; the attachment is almost romantic. And that's why, I guess, I can't help but think when I hear this song – when I quit, how badly am I going to miss it?