The Kid Is Not My Son...What!!!

My little trip down memory lane in yesterday's birthday blog got me to thinking. Ya, sometimes those two brain cells stop rattling around long enough to create a thought. So I was thinking about how different we view our lives as adults than we did as children.

For example, I loved Michael Jackson as a child. I cut his pictures out of magazines, bought his stickers, posters, school folders and so on. But I never thought twice about the words he actually sang. In Billie Jean, when Michael sang:


People Always Told Me Be Careful Of What You Do
And Don't Go Around Breaking Young Girls' Hearts
And Mother Always Told Me Be Careful Of Who You Love
And Be Careful Of What You Do 'Cause The Lie Becomes The Truth

I never thought twice about what he was actually singing. The song had a good beat. Michael sang the hell out of it and danced in the video like a boss. That was all that mattered. But is that really all that mattered? Michael poured his heart out and all I could do was dance around like a little fool. Mike sang on, but I didn't listen. I was too busy trying to learn how to moon walk. He sang:

Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One
But The Kid Is Not My Son

What! You mean Michael had real girl troubles? And a real son that he denied? Was this Michael's confession? Did he set the stage for R. Kelly's In The Closet tirades and Usher's continual confessions. Ya, Mike was ahead of his time. 

According to Wikipedia, the song was either about a mentally-ill fan who claimed Michael had fathered one of her twins. Is it even possible to father just one twin? Or, as Michael says, the song was about the groupies he encountered. 

To me, it was just a cool video where the sidewalk lit up and allowed me to escape to a place where bow ties were cool. I could get down with that, but babies, deranged fans and groupies never even crossed my mind. 

I guess the life of an adult is far more complex than a child. We learn about relationships and suddenly a great pop song turns from toe tapper to a mind trapper. I try not to get too caught up in adulthood, but I do listen to lyrics more these days. I take the time to enjoy the little things in life. I hope you all can make time to enjoy the little things in your lives today and maybe try moon walking like a little fool again. Go ahead, put your socks on, hit that hardwood floor and try it. I dare you!