This song kicked off a huge turning point for me while in high school. After discovering Garbage, they quickly became my favorite band solely based on the music. Then I looked at Shirley Manson a little more closely and felt I had finally found someone who could understand me (not ME personally as I've never met her but you get the drift). This song was one of my favorites and one day during history class, everyone was chit-chatting; I think the teacher had left the room, or something, I don't know. Anyway everyone was just socializing with each other. Me having no friends, I had my trusty notebook out and I decided to write down the lyrics of this song.
When I was about halfway finished, this hip-hoppy-type girl snatched up the notebook and started reading it out loud. She didn't know who Garbage was, and she thought this was MY poetry that I had written. When she finished reading everyone looked at me as if I was about to pull a knife out and cut my wrists or something. They all told me I was messed up in the head and had issues. I opened my mouth to say "That's not even mine, that's just a song I like" but decided to say "now that you know how messed up I am, what do you think I do to people who take my stuff without permission?"
In other words, I was flattered to be ridiculed by such shallow people for enjoying something so deep and beautiful. This incident circulated the school in the form of gossip and of course it got stretched into something bigger. But I didn't care. From then on people treated me differently. This song still brings back that proud memory.
This song kicked off a huge turning point for me while in high school. After discovering Garbage, they quickly became my favorite band solely based on the music. Then I looked at Shirley Manson a little more closely and felt I had finally found someone who could understand me (not ME personally as I've never met her but you get the drift). This song was one of my favorites and one day during history class, everyone was chit-chatting; I think the teacher had left the room, or something, I don't know. Anyway everyone was just socializing with each other. Me having no friends, I had my trusty notebook out and I decided to write down the lyrics of this song.
When I was about halfway finished, this hip-hoppy-type girl snatched up the notebook and started reading it out loud. She didn't know who Garbage was, and she thought this was MY poetry that I had written. When she finished reading everyone looked at me as if I was about to pull a knife out and cut my wrists or something. They all told me I was messed up in the head and had issues. I opened my mouth to say "That's not even mine, that's just a song I like" but decided to say "now that you know how messed up I am, what do you think I do to people who take my stuff without permission?"
In other words, I was flattered to be ridiculed by such shallow people for enjoying something so deep and beautiful. This incident circulated the school in the form of gossip and of course it got stretched into something bigger. But I didn't care. From then on people treated me differently. This song still brings back that proud memory.