Whenever I listen to that song from the Sound of Music I think about this boy that I used to like in University. We were sitting back to back in the computer room, quietly ignoring each other’s existence, when I randomly burst into song:
When the dog barks, when the bee stings, when I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things and then I don’t feel so bad
My tuneless Julie Andrews rendition would have received a two-second brush off on Pop Idols, but the lack of a four-judge panel allowed me to continue singing regardless. As I continued, a smooth alto joined in from behind me: it was the guy I liked – and with no acknowledgement of each other, we sat there singing the entire song, sharing a moment that I would never forget.
I’ve been sitting in front of a blank screen, pondering over all the things in my life that I love. I love writing, but there are some days on which it leaves me feeling empty and frustrated. I love art, but some days I find it overwhelmed. I love meeting up with my friends, but some days I just prefer to be alone. I love movies, but they always seem to bore me at some point. I love reading but don’t have the patience to complete the Bryce Courtney novel that has been lying on my bedside table for the last year. I love music, but I can never name a band, album or song that lifts up my spirits every time that I feel “bad”. These are just things that keep going day in and day out.
My truly favourite things live with me in a circular box on the top of my neck: memories of good times, stupid times and bad times that were overcome… The first poem I had published that made my school librarian jump up like the whizzpopping BFG. The day I went with my friends to the movies and we scared the lady in front of us. The times I shared with my friend while writing the most nonsensical attempt at a novel. The moment my manager stuck his nose out the window, pretending to be a dog. The Robbie Williams concert I attended when it was pouring with rain and my cousin pulled out these bin-raincoats with the words ‘Sanlam: thinking ahead’ on them. The times my family took me out for my birthday. The blue bruise on my arm after a game of paintball… These are a few of my favourite things.