As I’ve mentioned before, I have a fear of repeating myself.
Why? I’m wondering this morning.
What’s so bad about repeating things?
Especially since I talk to people, repetitively — in this blog and elsewhere — about how we humans tend to repeat and relearn important lessons, as we grow. (See my first post about that, here.)
Here’s an example of “good” repetitiveness:
When I really love a song, I want to play it, over and over again.
When I was a kid, I didn’t have the control to make that happen. When I loved a song, I would listen to the radio for days, wishing that it would play.
Yearning for that song. Waiting to hear it.
I first remember doing that, when I was very young, with this song:
I remember doing that, when I was about 13 years old, with this song:
Nowadays, if I want to listen to a song over and over again, I can! And yesterday, I did just that, with this tune:
At this point in this post, I wanted to tell you about another instance of helpful repetitiveness, but here’s what I’m thinking:
Geesh! “Repetitiveness” is such a difficult word to say and type. What’s another good word for that concept?
So, I just I looked for another word, and here’s something interesting, people! Most of the synonyms for “repetitiveness” are negative:
Here’s the list I found:
- same old thing
(Thanks to thesaurus.com.)
However, (as usual) when I look at that list again, I see things differently.
Some of those words probably are negative to everybody (“wearisomeness,” “tediousness”).
Some of those words seem negative to me (“routine,” “”unchangeableness”), but not to others, I’m sure.
And some of those words are very positive, to me, right now (“oneness”).
However, I haven’t found a word I like, to replace “repetitiveness.” I guess that’s a good enough word, today, for this blog post.
So where was I?
Oh, yes. I wanted to include another example of repetitiveness in this post, before I end it.
But first let me say this: Repetitiveness, like everything else, is in the eye of the beholder.
This is a photo of the first cat I got, when I was 10 years old:
Here’s what’s written on the back of that photo:
Here’s a photo of our new cat, Harley:
That concludes our blog post for today, everybody.
Thanks to Frank Sinatra, Norma Tanega, Donald Fagen, tough cats of all kinds, repeaters everywhere, and to you, especially, for visiting today.