Apr 252013
 

identities-6Looking back, there were signs that indicated I’d identify as dominant.

But there were also signs I’d be a ballerina, a firefighter, a lion tamer, a marine biologist, or a ninja.

In hindsight, we tend to see the signs that best suit our purposes… and we ignore the rest. Signs justify our present attitudes, behaviors, and characteristics — they confirm that where we are is where we’re supposed to be, and they reassure us that who we are is the person we’re meant to be. Seeing signs is believing in fate, and fate is a comforting idea.

It’s important that I like myself and where I am in life, but it’s more about finding happiness in this particular moment in time, regardless of who or where I am. It’s comforting to believe I could find happiness in a number of “fates” — in other identities, places, occupations, and relationships that could bring me happiness equal to or greater than what I have now. For me, the possibility of being happy anywhere is more comforting than the limitations of destiny or predetermination.

With that said, looking back and finding signs that might indicate some present or future reality is fun. :)

While I was organizing my garage over the weekend, I ran across a box of old, well-loved CDs from high school and college. I spent the next couple of hours listening to old albums, ripping tracks, and reminiscing (and not organizing my garage).

It’s been at least ten years since I heard this album, and I was surprised I still remembered every word.

“Call Me Judy” was my favorite track on the album, but I don’t think I had any idea what it meant. It makes a lot more sense now.

Maybe it was a sign. ;)


 

 

“Call Me Judy”
Big Bean Theory

I’m coming up to see you
make sure the dog is caged
it makes me feel sleazy
when it gets up on my leg

I put on the red dress
that you asked me to wear
so just buzz me in now
’cause folks will start to stare

oh you make me dirty
whip me beat me call me Judy
somehow you make it all seem right

I’m here to help you
put your leathers on
so please no more kung-fu
my bruise is almost gone

I’ve had a hard day
but I know you’ll understand
so lets make it a short game
of hide the frozen spam*

oh you make me dirty
whip me beat me call me Judy
somehow you make it all seem right

*not the most eloquent euphemism

  10 Responses to “beat me, whip me, call me Judy”

  1. Isn’t it funny how lot of times we sing along without even thinking of the words, but you must’ve been really young when this was your favorite track – how else would these words not make you wonder (especially sung by a guy)
    “I put on the red dress/that you asked me to wear…/oh you make me dirty/whip me beat me call me Judy”
    Thinking back, I can see many of my current fetishes going back to when I was a pre-teen. I don’t really think of it as predestination, just interests/curiosities that were with me my whole life and that I realized were a real part of who I am only, sadly, a short while ago.
    That sad, since I AM a part-time lion tamer, part time ninja, all’s good! ;-)

    • really young when this was your favorite track – how else would these words not make you wonder (especially sung by a guy)

      I was younger, but I don’t think I gave it much thought at all. It didn’t make me curious — I didn’t think anything of it. I guess that is a little weird, come to think of it.

      That sad, since I AM a part-time lion tamer, part time ninja, all’s good! ;-)

      Really? I haven’t see you at the lion-tamer-ninja union meetings? Hmm…

  2. its a good song

  3. You were listening to Big Bean Theory in high school? OMG, so not only did I feel like a stalker, now I also feel like a creepy old guy.

    • You were listening to Big Bean Theory in high school?

      Yep. I still remember the friend who turned me on to them. :)

      Wait, why does it make you feel like a creepy old guy?

  4. this makes me feel old… all my old musty tracks are in vinyl.

    Mick

  5. Great song, but red’s not my color.

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