So, I was driving all over hell with Thing One today getting stuff done, and at one point Roxette's version of "Listen To Your Heart" came on the radio. I immediately switched the channel...despite the fact that the associations that song has for me date back to the late 1980s, I STILL don't want to hear it. There aren't too many songs that evoke a visceral negative reaction like that for me, but here are a few others off the top of my head:
Garth Brooks, "The Dance"
Dire Straits, "Romeo and Juliet"
Mark Wills, "She's In Love"
J. Geils Band, "Centerfold" (don't even ask; it's a long story, but thankfully does not relate to me posing for anything, or to me at all, actually.)
All of these were songs I liked very much at one point (except for the last, which I didn't care about one way or the other), until something changed that. And of course men were involved. Damned Y chromosomes.
Given that tomorrow I will have been married for twelve years to a man who is not associated in my mind with any of these songs (and that he and I have been together very happily for a good fifteen years now) you would think I could have just let some of this crap GO by now. But no...there is no place for logic here.
Friends, please tell me that I am not the only one carrying around baggage that manifests only when called from the depths by particular songs. Please?
ETA: You can add Hall and Oates' "Maneater" to that list, too.