By If you happen to follow me on Twitter, I’m sorry. You did that to yourself.
If you’re not following me on Twitter, you can do so by clicking here. And then do some catching up.
I’ll wait.
My poor Twitter follows have been witness to my newfound obsession with Taylor Swift’s Reputation Stadium Tour which has been on Netflix since the end of last year. At this point, I have watched it any unhealthy number of times as it has played in the background of my writing, journaling, blogging, and general internet debauchery.
Where years ago I was not so much a fan of Taylor, she has grown on me over the years and the Reputation Tour was enough to make me bite my tongue and regret my hateful words.
As anyone knows when it comes to music the only one that truly holds my heart in her hands is P!NK.
Many of my blog posts are titled for her lyrics and songs, she’s on constant repeat in my car and home, and I cried like a baby when her latest song “Walk Me Home” was released. For the record, I’ve listened to it more times than I’ve watch T-Swift’s concert.
Matter of fact I have both the “Funhouse” and “Truth About Love” Tours on Blu-Ray and watch them obsessively as well, dreaming of the day that I’ll finally get to see her live. Sadly, I’m missing her while she’s here in Florida this weekend and I’m trying really hard not to think about it.
I never saw Taylor’s Stadium Tour live for a number of reasons. One of the biggest is concerts of that caliber aren’t worth it unless you’re able to get up close and personal and that would be a) expensive and b) the crowds would probably kill me. Not maliciously mind you, but it would be too stressful for me to be squished into that situation. This is one of the biggest reasons I haven’t been to a concert in ages.
For the record, I’d do it for P!NK. I just didn’t have the funds.
I’m losing focus.
Because Taylor’s tour has come to a close, the tour merchandise is available on her site for a discount and I figured “why not”. I snagged myself a hoodie and a shirt for super cheap and, as it’s been cold in Florida as of late, I’ve been wearing the sweater a lot.
It’s gotten some remarks from people, usually in the form of a raised eyebrow.
At one point I even got a very sassy, “Taylor Swift? REALLY?!”
I stood fast, “Yeah, really.”
I take no shame in the things that bring me joy, and no one every should.
For so long when I was younger, if someone spoke with distain against something I liked, I would agree or downplay my own interest in an effort to fit in rather than stand out.
But you want to know something? I don’t care anymore.
Yeah, watching Taylor Swift on Netflix, listening to her in my car, singing her songs to myself at work- they bring me joy. They make me happy.
In a time where I have struggled to find even the smallest glimmer of light, I’ll take what I can get.
So I’m going to wear my hoodie with pride, I’m going to continue to tweet about my joy in watching her concert and I’m going to look forward to whatever comes next.
Hate on me all you want.
Avoiding Neverland 