"It was lame with a cliche, but we carried on anyway"

At some points in your life, all you can do is grin, you see,

Because all you want to do is grin, because you're happy

And you know it,

But you don't clap your hands

Because that's just lame.

There's this song that I keep returning to, "You Don't Know Me", by Ben Folds and Regina Spektor. It always makes me smile. In a strange way that I just want to grab someone off the street and do a little dance with them, swing around a lamp-post and pretend I'm a Broadway star.

Sometimes, I walk like I'm in a music video, with a slight half-smile on my face, I know you're watching, you know I don't care, we know we know. And I mouth the song along, contemplative when the song is moody, an angry stomp with the drum beat, a flick of the hair with the last guitar twang.

It's conceited, yes it is, but I impress myself easily, it doesn't take much, and that makes me happy.