Context.

They tend to say, everything is relative.

However, being the only child in a …er, only child family, that has less meaning to me than probably most.

I guess I would say … it’s more about context.

You hear it all the time, “I wouldn’t let anyone say that to me, but you”

Or, “I know she meant it as a joke”, or, in the case of most of my relationships, “I know he means it affectionately when he calls me a filthy, gold digging whore”.

The confounded reality is that everything means something different depending on an infinite array of factors; the person saying it, the unique situation, the tone, the emotion behind the words, the motive…the tides and the moon, an unfortunate speech impediment… they all play a part in defining the meaning of some thing to one person, while giving it an entirely different meaning to another.

I wish I could quote some before his time thinker to emphasise my point, but before his time thinkers these days, would probably equate to something behind our times.

So I admit, why’d I come to this earth shattering eureka moment?

By watching Will and Grace.

Having to spend long lonely nights at the office these past three weeks, and kept awake by my own inability to breathe, I took it upon myself to fill the time by watching, all in one go, all eight seasons of this part gay loving, part gay bashing comedy series.

And upon viewing the second to last ever scene, I was rewarded with a brand new … breathtaking perspective on an old, old tune.

It wasn’t a memorable vocal performance.
It wasn’t visually stimulating.
There was no trickery of sound or light, no new arrangement that brought the melody to life.

It just was… moving.

Why?

I don’t know, you spend 3 weeks watching a gay comedy sitcom and see if you don’t come out your emotional values or a ‘lil askew.

All I can say is, before now, the tune was never anything more than a nice little singalong.

But now, in the context of that moment, summing up a lifetime of friendship and memories, now…now, it truly means something to me.

So, for those of you, who mock my tendency to ramble, just remember, context is important.

As in;

Con = with.
Text = er…wordiness.

Yeah, you heard me.

And also, remember, words, themselves, have little valuable, lasting meaning.

Spoken by the right person, in the right moment, in the right way, simply… in the right context, sometimes, just sometimes, it all comes together to make something …

~ Unforgettable.

~ by libertiness on June 28, 2008.