LM.Civersary (2)

This is the translation of my French blog entry, from yesterday.




Today is a day like any other.
I got up, I took my breakfast, I've gone for a walk, then work.
Except that at one moment, something bugged in my head.
Except the fact that in exactly one month I'll be one year older, except the fact that Mondays sucks,...




We're January 17th.



I still remember checking crazily all my MSN files, my posts on various forums and the files on my computer when someone asked me, during a banal conversation...




"Hika. By the way, when did you start to really listen to LM.C ? "




Back then, I answered casually that it might be in early 2008, pretending I didn't care. But like an idiot, I had to find the exact date.

And that exact date, you guessed it, was Thursday, January 17th, 2008. A freaking boring afternoon, between two time slots of work, because then, my timetable was a crap.

I didn't really know what to do, and at the same time, I didn't wanted to start something because I had to go back to work.


And I stumbled again on this webpage. The one who was about LM.C, saying it's something to check out, on Kawaiko's website.

So I listened and was gobsmacked because this music was matching with myself so much.




I had lots of favorite musics, but never so intense, moreover, a very few of them really lasted.

I think it's because, really, this music was what I needed the most.

I almost don't know depression. But in this part of my life, I can't say I was at my best (but that's another story). I was still smiling, sometimes laughing, but I had long moments of nostalgia, introspection, and I was asking too much question about myself.




LM.C sweped everyting in two guitar riffs.




It's maybe from this moment on I started to smile like a retard without any reason.
And it's from this moment on I began to realize life was really worth living, and finally, mine wasn't that bad. And I had to make it even more awesome by myself.

You know, in fact, I'm a big lazy. I believe in the law of the least effort and I'm addicted to procrastination.

By having again pleasure in various things, I learned to put my fingers out. My lazyness never disappeared, far fron it (people who know me can tell), but I learned to force myself.

I'm often told it's not a good thing to be dedicated so much to a simple music band, that it will take me over, and you know, one day, they won't be there anymore.
I think they're wrong. How can you get up in the morning without an excellent reason for that? What can cause you to keep on living, working, enjoying yourself except a passion?

I never understood. For that matter, I stopped trying to understand "normal people" and triying to imitate them since I'm 17 (really, this number follows me).
I understand them even less when I look back, what my "passion" gave me.
Because I haven't made a list yet, and I'm a tad maniac when I'm on a computer, just opposite as how I am in real life...

So, thanks to LM.C

_ I discovered how it was to be a fan
_ I had my first concert
_ I understood the satisfaction to buy a CD instead of downloading it
_ I made great friends
_ I met many interesting people, from every walk of life
_ I finally dared having a freestyle crazy week, far away from reality
_ I felt things I would never feel in other contexts
_ I improved my self-confidence
_ I learned to accept my flaws, and sometimes to make fun on them
_ I'm a concert-holic. And I like it.
_ I had my first flight
_ I have lots of crazy stories to tell


... And many other things!
So, why missing out?

Sometimes I ask myself what would I do right now if I wasn't bored on that afternoon? Would I have tried them another day? And if I scrapped it,... Would our ways still have met again?

And this crush, would it have been so intense in another context?
But, if I never discovered them, how would I be today? Probably a bit different, but a bit the same.


It's hard to imagine, but I prefer going on, seizing the moment, and the ones to come ☆