I like the way delial says it. Makes me think of this Taiwanese girl I knew. I was friendly with her and I was very fond of her but we didn't really have anything in common. I drew a picture of her before I knew her and she acted like she hated it but I think she'd have let me draw her again if I asked. I remember her cell phone got stolen and someone hid it in a potted plant in the boy's restroom after the teachers found out. Before they found it they sent us out of the room and searched our bags. A few guys got sent to the office for having stuff in their backpacks. She searched my bag and found a pack of cigarettes. Later on, after they'd found the cell phone, she passed me a note:
(Do you smoke?)
I laughed a little.
"Well, do you?"
"Why?"
"When we were looking through the bags."
I laughed again. "Thanks for not saying anything."
"Yeah."
She was pretty preppy though. And she wanted me to teach her guitar but she wouldn't cut her nails no matter how much I told her it wouldn't work. I figured she didn't give a shit about me but when I transferred out of there she and this other girl I knew okay (she was really cool and we were really alike. I wish I had known her better) made a card and had everybody sign it with farewell wishes and all that crap. It was supposed to be a surprise but I knew about it. It was kind of nice though. I distanced myself from everybody because we were going to move and I hated the place we were living and the school I was going to. I transferred there in the middle of the year and I was leaving near the end of the year so I just felt like I was passing through. So I went to the faculty room to say bye to the teachers and everything and she was there having one last person sign the card so she wouldn't let me leave when I was done. She gave me the card and was joking around and everything,. "You cheater, leaving everybody here. Why do you have to go?" She was looking at me, pretending to be sad and then she smiled. (Fuck.) So I told her that I had feelings for her but that I realized we had nothing in common and she just nodded like she was saying, “Yeah, I know”. It was kind of funny in front of everybody.
I realized after I left that I actually had some pretty good friends outside of school. I was too busy hating the place to realize. I guess that’s sort of a boring story…
But I think the song is about having feelings of romantic love for the other person so now that I think of it my story doesn’t have much relevance. Yeah, the Zombies are much underrated.
No, that was a good story, and it matches the mood of the song pretty well, I think. I had a similar experience. Back when I was in college, me and a bunch of other kids who went to the same school worked at the same place, and one of them was this cute Mexican girl, and she was pretty shy and always did her work with headphones on (we did internet research for this company, so that's what we did all day, sit in front of a screen, online, doing searches) and she never really cut up...
No, that was a good story, and it matches the mood of the song pretty well, I think. I had a similar experience. Back when I was in college, me and a bunch of other kids who went to the same school worked at the same place, and one of them was this cute Mexican girl, and she was pretty shy and always did her work with headphones on (we did internet research for this company, so that's what we did all day, sit in front of a screen, online, doing searches) and she never really cut up with the rest of us. I know she liked to drink and hang out with a friend she had away from work and school (and that's just about all I knew about her), because that's one of the few things she talked about, was how she was a lot more talkative after a few drinks. Anyway, I tried to get her to open up some, and sort of got an awkward friendship going with her. The fact that she was Mexican had something to do with why I liked her (my ex was Mexican, and I'd been pretty heartbroken over her for a couple of years) and I tried to introduce her to different kinds of music that I liked. Bjork, in particular. She never really responded much to my recommendations, or really even opened up to me ever, but then the day came soon after she graduated when she got another job, and on her last day, she left for lunch - something she rarely did - and she never came back. I guess that was her plan for quitting, so she wouldn't have to say any awkward goodbyes. Anyway, some of the few things we actually talked about besides music were science fiction, and video games... and when I got back from lunch, there was a paperback copy of Ender's Game, a favorite sci-fi novel of mine that I'd told her about, and inside was a picture of Bjork which had been clipped out of a magazine. No note, no nothing else... just that book and that picture; a silent acknowledgement of our brief semi-friendship over the past several months. It was the only time she'd ever expressed anything to me which indicated anything about herself and her feelings beyond the regular, shallow surface communication which occurs between mere acquaintances. I was deeply touched by the gesture.
I like the way delial says it. Makes me think of this Taiwanese girl I knew. I was friendly with her and I was very fond of her but we didn't really have anything in common. I drew a picture of her before I knew her and she acted like she hated it but I think she'd have let me draw her again if I asked. I remember her cell phone got stolen and someone hid it in a potted plant in the boy's restroom after the teachers found out. Before they found it they sent us out of the room and searched our bags. A few guys got sent to the office for having stuff in their backpacks. She searched my bag and found a pack of cigarettes. Later on, after they'd found the cell phone, she passed me a note: (Do you smoke?) I laughed a little. "Well, do you?" "Why?" "When we were looking through the bags." I laughed again. "Thanks for not saying anything." "Yeah." She was pretty preppy though. And she wanted me to teach her guitar but she wouldn't cut her nails no matter how much I told her it wouldn't work. I figured she didn't give a shit about me but when I transferred out of there she and this other girl I knew okay (she was really cool and we were really alike. I wish I had known her better) made a card and had everybody sign it with farewell wishes and all that crap. It was supposed to be a surprise but I knew about it. It was kind of nice though. I distanced myself from everybody because we were going to move and I hated the place we were living and the school I was going to. I transferred there in the middle of the year and I was leaving near the end of the year so I just felt like I was passing through. So I went to the faculty room to say bye to the teachers and everything and she was there having one last person sign the card so she wouldn't let me leave when I was done. She gave me the card and was joking around and everything,. "You cheater, leaving everybody here. Why do you have to go?" She was looking at me, pretending to be sad and then she smiled. (Fuck.) So I told her that I had feelings for her but that I realized we had nothing in common and she just nodded like she was saying, “Yeah, I know”. It was kind of funny in front of everybody. I realized after I left that I actually had some pretty good friends outside of school. I was too busy hating the place to realize. I guess that’s sort of a boring story… But I think the song is about having feelings of romantic love for the other person so now that I think of it my story doesn’t have much relevance. Yeah, the Zombies are much underrated.
No, that was a good story, and it matches the mood of the song pretty well, I think. I had a similar experience. Back when I was in college, me and a bunch of other kids who went to the same school worked at the same place, and one of them was this cute Mexican girl, and she was pretty shy and always did her work with headphones on (we did internet research for this company, so that's what we did all day, sit in front of a screen, online, doing searches) and she never really cut up...
No, that was a good story, and it matches the mood of the song pretty well, I think. I had a similar experience. Back when I was in college, me and a bunch of other kids who went to the same school worked at the same place, and one of them was this cute Mexican girl, and she was pretty shy and always did her work with headphones on (we did internet research for this company, so that's what we did all day, sit in front of a screen, online, doing searches) and she never really cut up with the rest of us. I know she liked to drink and hang out with a friend she had away from work and school (and that's just about all I knew about her), because that's one of the few things she talked about, was how she was a lot more talkative after a few drinks. Anyway, I tried to get her to open up some, and sort of got an awkward friendship going with her. The fact that she was Mexican had something to do with why I liked her (my ex was Mexican, and I'd been pretty heartbroken over her for a couple of years) and I tried to introduce her to different kinds of music that I liked. Bjork, in particular. She never really responded much to my recommendations, or really even opened up to me ever, but then the day came soon after she graduated when she got another job, and on her last day, she left for lunch - something she rarely did - and she never came back. I guess that was her plan for quitting, so she wouldn't have to say any awkward goodbyes. Anyway, some of the few things we actually talked about besides music were science fiction, and video games... and when I got back from lunch, there was a paperback copy of Ender's Game, a favorite sci-fi novel of mine that I'd told her about, and inside was a picture of Bjork which had been clipped out of a magazine. No note, no nothing else... just that book and that picture; a silent acknowledgement of our brief semi-friendship over the past several months. It was the only time she'd ever expressed anything to me which indicated anything about herself and her feelings beyond the regular, shallow surface communication which occurs between mere acquaintances. I was deeply touched by the gesture.