Here we go. 1976.

[saffronhare]

This is cross-posted on FB, but I didn't want fionnabhar to miss it.

Pretty sure this album actually belonged to my parents (mom, most likely), but I "borrowed" it a whole lot. Had a storyline built in my head to explain what all the songs meant and how they worked in sequence, etc. I always think it's an interesting mark of maturity when one can manage not to feel embarrassed about loving Abba, but maybe I'm full of shit. :)

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[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

I suspect it's a very teenaged mindset, in which it's vital to define oneself in terms of what one is NOT, by creating boundaries between the self and other. Or something.

"Those people are weird." "I hate that movie; it's stupid."

Stuff like that...I see it in terms of religion, taste in food, sexual preferences, and dozens of other areas. Heaven forbid somebody learns how to make an *I* statement, you know?

We're working with our teens on this right now. :)