Okay. Let's premise this with the fact that's it's not like today was the first time I've heard 'What a Catch, Donnie.' However...

Before today, I hadn't actually just sat down with my headphones on and listened to it so it was the only thing I could hear, with nothing in front of me to distract me. I'd heard it, and I could sing along with it, and I really liked it, and I found it beautiful, but I hadn't truly listened to it. So when I did, I can honestly say that while sitting on a bus at 12:15 in the afternoon, I started crying at how much better it is than I had already thought. I've heard it described as a love song to Patrick by Decaydance/FBR, and yes, it is. I've heard it said that both Patrick and Pete feel it's about them, and yeah, I'm sure they do, because it could be. But when I heard it again today, the only thing I could think of after was the fact it's more than that. It's their song about themselves, but it's also a song specifically for us as fans.

We love these boys because they put everything out there for us in way or another, emotions in the music and Pete's thoughts in his blogs and actions. And we bring them into our lives and our hearts and our minds, we immortalize them at their best and their worst. A new friend of mine said honestly that without Fall Out Boy she would probably not be here today. Without Fall Out Boy, I'd probably be a much less happy, stable and relatively unscarred person.

The bands we follow mean something to each and every one of us, and to me at least, this is a rather appreciated reminder of the reason I loved these boys to begin with. They are not perfect, sparkling figures like Greek gods. They're boys and girls who, one way or another, ended up in a place where they're happy and they're making us happy. 'I've got trouble thoughts and the self esteem to match.' I am nineteen year old diagnosed with clinical depression and any other number of problems, and knowing that I can listen to these songs written by imperfect people just like me is a comfort and the reason I stay around in bandom.

And yes, I've heard the people who say "But it sounds like an ending!" I suppose it could. But it also sounds like a reminder that these four boys, and everyone they've produced or signed or simply played with, aren't planning on giving up what they're doing quite yet.

They're imperfect, and so are we, and honestly? They've never sounded better. What a catch indeed.



And in less preachy and opinionated news, today I went to the Build-a-Bear workshop to get my Frankie. However, due to my girlfriend being a horrid, horrid enabler, I was also provided the idea for the perfect Mikeyway. He is currently a zebra, but as soon as I sew it, he will be the most emo unicorn ever. Pictures will go up tomorrow when I have a chance to take them, but suffice to say, I adore them both. And am very glad I was able to get them at the same time so Frankie wouldn't be lonely.