Something happens to me when I listen to Barbra Streisand. I take her music, the really old stuff, and I try and listen very hard and feel it all, every bit of it. What I find funny is the lyrics to many of her songs have so much to do with loving her man forever (no matter what) and the devastation of being the one left behind, and all the while the irony lies within the stories; that the likes of Robert Redford and Omar Sharif couldn't manage to pin her down.
As of late, I feel the weight of forces in my life attempting to pin me down (distinction: the love of my man does the opposite). I am opinionated. I am disgruntled. I don't want to be told how to think or what to do. I don't have the time to be bored.
Thank you, Barbra, for always being there.
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