I just remembered a time last week while I was cooking, I was listening to music on my mp3 player and this exact song came on and my mom started trying to talk to me but it was the end of the song (the part that I wait to hear EVERY SINGLE TIME I HEAR THIS SONG - just the instrumental outro) and then THE PART came on - the part that makes my soul ascend to a higher plane of existence every time I hear it (and it’s only over like two notes...two or three changing notes, I swear to you) - and my mom apparently noticed how much listening to that meant to me or she actually was listening to it and enjoying it, too, because she actually stopped talking and waited to resume talking until it was about over. I didn’t even say anything to her to make her stop talking - I just closed my eyes as I was stirring and gently moved to the beat and she didn’t even say anything. It was cool. And I feel like, in that moment, I actually felt understood. Like my love for this band’s music was finally understood, and by my MOM no less. It was a very good, if brief, moment (and I don’t even mind that it was brief).
However, it’s also proof that I really do like speaking with my actions better than I do my words, and I big time appreciate when someone actually stops to notice.