Cartier

So, I was at Best Buy getting all the stuff I needed for my camera and photography class.  I was walking out of the store and this guy whispered in my ear, hey, I like your 'Cartier.'  I responded, "thanks," my automatic response, but then I thought about it a couple seconds afterwards and was like, 'huh, but do you like me?'
And of course, I had to think about the exchange and take it deeper.  We live in a society that treats objects and materials, on such a high pedestal.   I mean, I would love to say I bought my cartier while casually browsing and needed something to tell time with and I liked the color.  But in all truth, I received it a long time ago as a graduation present from my parents and would never even come close to being able to afford to buy myself one.  Well, I guess I could and go into debt for the next 10 years, but I am smart enough to stay away from that saga.
So, what did the comment mean?  Was he trying to say he was really cool for noticing the watch, was he trying to say I was cute and saw an 'in' with the watch, or was he wanting to start an in depth conversation about the instrument of time and discuss the very features it so beautifully displays?
Who knows, but it made me think that I am not sure I want to be identified with such a great piece.  I mean, I DO, but it just made me think :).  I think, to me, it symbolizes my graduation, my hard work at school and an acknowledgment from my parents that they were proud of me.  But to someone else, it could look and say something so differently.  Maybe it says I have expensive taste and am very high maintenance.  Maybe it says I have a trust fund that allows me to get anything I want and not have to work, or maybe it says I like the color blue.  I know I am taking this comment to an extreme, and the guy was just trying to say something nice, but he could have commented on my sweater, no?

And I'm really not one to judge.  I will admit, I like nice things, good food, big chairs on exotic flights, cashmere, cars with seat heaters, good haircuts, charmin toilet paper...but I would like to be liked without it too.  I remember a situation where I didn't feel I could be accepted unless I lied about something.  I had pretended I had no flaws in my past, and lied about an event to hopefully keep the guy liking me.  I created an image, kinda like the cartier watch image, to look better than I thought I was in his eyes.  Needless to say, he found out about the lie and left me to dry.  Not a happy ending, but a good song ! :)

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Trophy For A Joker

The prize for dishonesty...anxiety
The success for my lies is insomnia
And the trophy for gossip, the price of it all, is an empty party.
That’s the trophy, trophy for a joker...


Life is a lie sometimes, only sharing what the good times are
Dealing with issues that are acceptable
Talking of mistakes with their sugarcoat on top.

Lies and loses, both tie together, in the end, it is only a mess
The downside of this place,
Is the promise of not knowing the truth.
CHORUS

I was honest in the circus, my height and weight, it seemed real
Cuz no one looked too close to see, to see that I was off.
I was wrong about you, I know, like the tip of my scale, I was off
You figured me out, you figured me out, and you called all my shots.
       CHORUS

There’s no apologies for the lies, they carry their weight and sentence
The only thing I didn’t see coming
You caught the schtick, you called my trick…

Well, I lost in the end, my pretending greatness was a joke
And me, the joker, the fake, paved way, paved way to see the snake.
       CHORUS

~Jenn