Beloved and I have been watching Criminal Minds quite a bit, and I think it's ruined me.
I ought to be able to enjoy the 460th greatest song of all time, "One Fine Day" (written by Carole King, but as recorded by The Chiffons), with a nostalgic sense of young, hopeful love. The lyric is innocent enough:
One fine day, you'll look at me
And you will know our love was meant to be
One fine day, you're gonna want me for your girl
The arms I long for will open wide
And you'll be proud to have me
Walkin' right by your side
One fine day
You're gonna want me for your girl
Though I know you're the kind of boy
Who only wants to run around
I'll keep waiting, and, someday darling
You'll come to me when you want to settle down
Oh
One fine day, we'll meet once more
And then you'll want the love you threw away before
One fine day, you're gonna want me for your girl
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But my problem is, I read those words and imagine them being addressed to a young man who is tied to a chair in an otherwise-abandoned cabin in a remote corner of some long-forgotten wilderness.
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