The Confession of a Quit Addict (Summary and Reflection)

Barbara Graham’s article entitled The Confession of a Quit Addict exposes her real story about being addictive to changing career paths. She began her article by introducing Timothy Leary’s chant “turn on, tune in, and drop out”. The line itself gives a double meaning to a certain stage in her life where turn on represents herself as a young girl, tune in that points her life as a straight A high school student, and drop out that tells her life when she quitted college during her sophomore year. The author herself admitted that she never been good at excelling on things that didn’t arouse her passion. She narrated how she transferred from places to places with her husband named Brian. At first, they transferred to Europe when Martin Luther King Jr. and Bobby Kennedy were gunned. Their stay never lasted long for they struggled financially and they were not comfortable with the weather. This was followed by Puerto Rico that offered the same experience with the latter before moving to British Columbia. In this part, Barbara realized that it took her seven years and her son Clay before learning that the real problem is neither the place nor the people around her, but within herself. This was soon followed by self-reflections about all the jobs she had before settling as a writer. Graham ended her article by leaving a statement that over the years, it is really on her blood to become impulsive when it comes to discovering herself deeply.

Reading the title of the selection gave me a solid idea that it would be a real confession of someone quitting drug addiction. However, I have realized that it was just cleverly used by Barbara to bait my eyes. Deceiving as I can say, but the slow unfolding of story made my eyes look for a turning point that she would confess about her drug addiction. Sadly, there wasn’t any. I must say she’s successful with her purpose for using the said title.  I have no violent reaction about her personality. I know humans as we are have our own discontentment that lies within ourselves. True as it is that we must not judge someone easily for everyone has untold stories to tell. The author has a short span of patience in all her endeavor, and she has explained it thoroughly by narrating her mindset and outlook in life. It was justified profoundly, convincing me to give sympathy for her. Leaving from place to place is a hard decision to make, and doing whatever it takes to earn a living is like having a consent suicide. These of course, were the hardest thing to do, yet she took the risk to do it because of her unexplainable addiction to her endless questions about herself as a wife, mother, and individual. Though she nailed that she doesn’t label herself a recovering quitter, I still commend her for being firm in decision making.  For sure everything happens for a reason, and those up-side-down experiences she accumulated were all designed for her to become a good writer.

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Chandelier, For the Win at the Grammys: MY LYRIC ANALYSIS

“I’m gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry.” It takes a wild vocal spectrum and intense emotion for a songwriter to craft a genius song that could paint a thousand words. But for this Australian singer-songwriter, Sia Furler, her electropop ballad song Chandelier from 1000 Forms of Fears Album paved its way to stardom as it was nominated Song of the Year, Record of the Year, Best Pop Solo Performance and Best Music Video at the 2015 Grammy Awards. But isn’t it strange why it reached the zenith when only a dozen knows the gravity of the song? Allow me to explain.

A story of an angel-rebel who finds her place in this cruel world; it is a mystery solved if we would consider this spoiling cliché. But what makes it pregnant with genius thought is the metaphor that slays everyone who understands it. Life may throw us in the doghouse because of unrequited love, attention, and appreciation. Our tough situation bears pain, and tears, and scars – mindless sometimes, we want to momentarily escape it by dragging ourselves into nasty activities like swallowing the entire case of liquors or dating strangers; worst is, enthroning oneself as a one night stand queen. But those are just for the verses of the song, the chorus is yet to be unveiled.

Let’s talk stereotyping when a gross person is drunk – some will sing at the top of their lungs, some will cry until nothing has left, some will dance and flirt and take advantage in the dance floor, and some will sleep next to their vomits on the street. But to swing from the chandelier, even the bravest mankind wouldn’t have a second thought of doing it! Many a way can a writer say enjoy life to the ‘FOOLEST’, but the chorus is the wildest of the wild, and even Shakespeare wouldn’t even think of that imagery to illustrate someone being totally possessed by the spirit of alcohol. Genius Sia Furler, she justified the chorus with her powerful and complicated vocals. Then here comes the breath-taking metaphor of a bird flying through the night, crying until the wind blow dries its tears. It is a call for independence of someone who wants to find herself in amidst of confusion. It is the determination in search of belongingness without relying on anyone. It is taking the road less travelled by without thinking of how dangerous and terrifying the night is, because what matters is the break of day that will warm and comfort our soul after; the morning light that will give a new beginning and hope to heal our scars from the past mistakes. It is a message that we must hold on for our dear life despite the unwelcomed havoc standing at the threshold.

Did I lose count? I beg to dissect the song thoroughly for I believe it really is a masterpiece that people barely ignore. It is such a depression and shame on the music industry if this song will not win at the Grammys.

#Grammys #Chandelier #Sia 👍👍👍

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After a Year

The thoughts of you
Heartlessly raping
My memories back
To my old cruel prison

Resigned I am
To feel the pleasure
With shame
And pain

I had trained my
Weakling heart to
Forget you
Hardly… I tried

But my heart is a traitor
It betrays my fear
And wants to welcome
You back again, after a year.

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