Behind the song...

You know how it is when there is a song stuck in your head?
Well this happened to me last week. This song called "Senorita" by a band named "James". I've known this song for a long long time but last week, after hearing a few verses of the song on tv somehow it got stuck in my head. And of course, my friends had to put up with it since I was sending this song to everyone... Don't you just love youtube sometimes?

The verse that made the song attach itself to my brain was the "I'm addicted to you, you're my love, my senorita" which is a line every woman would love to have someone say it to her. I mean, wouldn't you want someone addicted to yourself? Hmm... I am not really sure... Addictions are rarely (if not never) good. It sure is flattering, having someone live and breathe for you, not able to spend one moment without you... But for how long? Won't it get tiring after some time? I think it would. People need space and time for themselves. Or is it just me?

But even though that verse made a strong first impression to me, the one that got me thinking was one not so "glamorous".
"Don't treat me like a God,
treat me like a dog,
I'll come home to you"
Weird isn't it? You'd think that since he is addicted to her, he'd want her to treat him the same. But no... he wants to be treated like a dog. (Forgive me all you people that adore dogs for what I am about to write, although I am a cat person, I like dogs too.) He wants to be treated like an inferior being, ordered around and have his life controlled by her. And he'll still come back to her. It reminded me of a quote I read in a magazine once (I'll try to translate because it was in greek) "Men are like stamps, the more you spit on them, the more they stick" In greek the phrase "spit on someone" means ignore. You can easily replace men with women in that quote, it wouldn't make a difference. But why? Why is it that we want that which we cannot have? That which needs effort to be conquered? You think I have the answer? Nope, I have no idea. Perhaps it is some primal instinct from the days when we lived in caves that makes us want to hunt for things. Or/and perhaps it's just that the "journey" is worth more than the "destination". I am not making any sense? Yeah I know...