A couple of bananas and a bottle of booze.

Today's deep thoughts brought to you by the Counting Crows. And a couple of bananas.

Since I listen to music almost all day long, I often find myself contemplating song lyrics. I have never been a big fan of poetry but I can find myself getting lost in song lyrics. Which is only ridiculous when you consider I recently contemplated the lyrics of a Ke$ha song.

But the other day I had a couple of bananas and all I could think about were the lyrics to one of my favorite songs, Holiday in Spain by Counting Crows. And while the total lyrics of the song are great, the part that always makes me smile is "Someone stole my shoes. But there's a couple of bananas and a bottle of booze" after a night of partying in Spain. That portion of the lyrics is just amazing.

And I know it is a song, and it is probably overglamourized version of something that probably never happened.  But, man, that song always makes me think about is how not spontaneous I am. Not that my life and my actions are totally calculated and completely controlled but I am definitely overanalyze the consequences of actions. Which is a giant roadblock in a grand plan of spontaneity.

 There is this mystical veneer to spontaneity that always make it seem like it is something I want but always eludes me. The reality--due my overwhelming ability to mentally leap into a worst case scenario thought process almost immediately--is that being spontaneous and reckless is just not me.

I also do not know any people who are of the super spontaneous nature. Probably because I can already feel myself judging a friend who told a story of waking up in a foreign country with missing shoes with a look of "Do you how big of a risk you took? Do you know how many things could have gone wrong? Are you stupid?"

So while jetting off to Spain would be so much fun, I do know that if I ever woke up in the morning and someone had stolen my shoes, I would be livid. The amount of thought and effort that goes into each of my shoe purchases would set me on a path of terror no shoe thief would ever want to face. And a bottle of booze would be lost on me, the girl who has had a bottle of chardonnay for so long that I had to Google if wine expired.

But what I do have is a couple of bananas.

And a bit of spontaneity when I bake that does not spill over to the rest of my life that led to salted caramel frosting on top of banana bread. Spontaneity, I have to take what I can get.