“Grunge”

This is a quick little memory. Before I get to that, I of course have to put something in the way…

There are times when I’ll say something that’s like actually “off the cuff” for me. Not in that it’s

[Keep going – ignore the distractions]

It’s not that whatever I say is particularly absurd or inappropriate, just a genuine … spontaneous answer without consideration. Like, normally I have a conversation with myself about most things before they come up as a topic in outside conversation, though, every so often, a topic slips through the cracks…

So, here’s the memory.

My mom asked me what “Grunge” music was. I’m not really great at discerning music by name; genres kinda blend together. So, I’m not really confident when it comes to expressing my understanding in words.

Basically, what I’m saying is I know what “Grunge” is, just for…some unknowable reason…I don’t…discuss it with myself, so the part inside of me was really caught by surprise when I responded:

“It’s basically homeless angst”

And that’s where this sort of embarrassing vulnerability comes in. I haven’t really thought through what those words mean. They felt right in the moment, I just wouldn’t know how to explain them…I feel either foolish or like a liar…

Though, that’s where the voice in my head comes in. Let’s say… Nevermind

Let’s just say he assures me that he couldn’t describe it better himself…