I am not Taylor Swift.
I know the hair and my inablity not to look like a five year playing dress up when I try dramatic lip colors should have been a give away.
And the money.
And my lack of dating drama.
But really "The Moment I Knew" I wasn't Taylor Swift was when I realized I was hearing her lyrics wrong. Well, probably hearing them correctly but translating them to my own life.
Like in her song "22" there is a line where she says "It feels like a perfect night to make fun of our exes."
I realized I was singing "It feels like a perfect night to make fun of our accents."
I have a thick American accent. My friends here in Ireland have a wide range of accents. And we all tent to make fun of each others. And the people from Cork. We all make fun of the Cork accent. My "22" friends and I are more likely to make fun of our own and others accents than we are to make fun of our exes. So, I tend to just assume that is what Taylor is singing.
Then in her song "All Too Well" she says something about stairs. " Down the stairs I was there, I remember it all too well." I hear "County Clare, I was there, I remember it all too well." I guess I have stronger memories of the lovely County Clare than I do any given stair case.
I don't have the energy to come up with a concluding paragraph. Here are two pictures.
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