Toward the end of last month some DJ played â€œSeptember Mornâ€ by Neil Diamond on the radio as a joke, like â€œha ha, letâ€™s play a song from the 70â€™s!â€ And it made me really sad, because I was born in the 70â€™s and when people make those kinds of jokes it feels like theyâ€™re playing a joke on me.
I didnâ€™t ask to be born in the 70â€™s, yâ€™know. It wasn’t a choice. But it’s part of who I am, like my height or my weight or my uncontrollable habit of overturning personalized gift kiosks at the mall. I was born with it, and I’m not gonna run from it. I will be proud of who I am! I AM SOMEBODY!!! SEPTEMBER MORN!!!
The other thing is, could somebody please start humming a different song? “September Morn” has been stuck in my head for over a week now and it’s driving me nuts. Stupid 70’s music… can’t stand that s***.