I like her. She’s funny. I get a kick out of her lyrics and the music is catchy after listening for a while. I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for weird, emotional, artistic girls. Olivia brings back youthful memories of infatuation gone wrong. Her music takes me back to the days of irrational fixations, insecurities and dysfunctional love.
I’ve grown. I’m not like that anymore. It’s not that I’m no longer insecure. It’s that I don’t care about the same things I use to. I’m too old and tired to put energy into romantic pipe dreams. It’s sad but true. Now I’m fixated on spinster activities like plants, Christmas, decorations and professional sports teams. Like I said I’ve grown.
Olivia is in her early twenties. I’m in my late forties. We are at different points in the female experience and have different perspectives. I was still pretty wide eyed and hopeful up until a few years ago. I guess perimenopause and decreased estrogen levels make all the difference. It’s still fun to reminisce and watch younger generations live their lives.
Lyrics from Obsessed
… And I know you love me, and I know it's crazy
But every time you call my name, I think you mistake me for her
You both have moved on, you don't even talk
But I can't help it, I got issues, I can't help it, baby
Lyrics from Get Him Back
And when I told him how he hurt me, he’d tell me I was trippin’
But I am my father’s daughter, so maybe I could fix him
Good luck and best wishes to the young, heterosexual women of the world. Be safe and use your birth control if you choose to engage. Remember that Jesus loves you. Protect your heart. That’s all I got. ✌🏿❤️

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