King of Wishful Thinking

 

If you haven't heard any 90s songs for a while, the sound of this song may cause a second take. That's good. Because the music in the 90s was better than today. This song sounds a lot more like the 80s than the 90s, though. You could get away with anything in the 80s. Who in the pop sphere uses horns now, anyway? Maybe some latin bands. And there is something to be said for white guys not being allowed to dance, but I digress. My dancing actually looks a lot like this. Ask my son. Yes, you can poke fun at this song. But I love it. Heck, I lived it. 

The British band Go West released King of Wishful Thinking in 1990, I believe, on the Pretty Woman soundtrack. Despite some of the sad-sounding lyrics, the song is a lot of fun. Okay, it is downright silly (but they aren't making fun of heartbreak; they know it sucks, and they want to give you a boost). It is eternally upbeat. That is the message, of course. In spite of what happened between he and his lady friend, he remains positive. In some low-key way, this became my mantra over the last 3.5 years. Or longer, if you want the long view. Say, 25 years. 

In my humble opinion, there are better versions of this song, but for nostalgia's sake, let's go with the original. Just about everyone has someone they simply cannot get over, even a million years later. Everyone reading here for any length of time knows mine. Sure, I can choose to be sad about it. It is, after all, a lost-love story, and the love of my life, at that. But I chose to remain hopeful and resilient. For someone as prone to negative thoughts as me, that is nothing short of a miracle. 

Let's face it. I don't have a hole in my heart. I'm tired of being sad. She got over me a long time ago, so it is high time I laugh again, too. God knows I cried enough over a million things (I count six distinct, major heartbreaks in the last few years alone). Heartache is something you can choose to get over, push through, wade through, clamber over, whatever. Mourn and move on. And love is just a habit, and like any other habit, it can be broken. In short, I'm fine. Haha. And I really am the king of wishful thinking. 

Thank you for reading, and God bless. I hope this one made you smile. 

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